In which multiple people don't really want to see me... Despite what they say.

Date: 1/4/2022

I was supposed to play i-ching with an old Chinese Emperor and his son. But I think it was a ruse, and he never intended to play with me for some reason. Perhaps I was the wrong social class. Anyway the dream is couched between the two times I saw him. The first, when he promised to play but begged off til another time. And the second when I caught him again. Each time I had a set of i-ching tiles and the folded board. He was nice, however, not mean and always had a smile for me. There was a class. I went to two different things, like a class, and a extracurricular after or before. Or sometimes at the same time. Buy this time, I was in a hunt, a secret hunt, they were involved in. And i kept being in the wrong class at the wrong time, and changing between them, but still ending up in the wrong at the wrong time. I was working with a lady, a neighbor, and her paper route. Maybe it wasn't paper. It involved toys and messages and mailboxes... But no newspaper. Still, I tried and failed to figure it out. It was so easy a kid could do it. I was really tall because I put on high heels. It made me like a shadow, stretched up to the ceiling. I took them off. I didn't want to be that tall. It was an interesting perspective though. I didn't know tall people saw the world like that. There was a cat. It was a wild cat, not domestic, and it was a species/breed that you don't often see. Like the occicat. Or something. Very thin, smaller, built to be that way not sick. Something with a quick heartbeat, fast interaction with the world around it. Rodent qualities. Or squirrel. Like a fairy darting from shiney thing to shiney thing. Only it darted to everything. He didn't really know what to do with the fact I took him home. That he was in a house. He was that wild. I mean, it wasn't immediate I took him home, it was gradual. Time spent earning his trust. But eventually he was in my house. He kept flitting from everywhere to everywhere. Checking everything out. He checked the toilet when I used it. Fell in. This happened more than once, always when I was pooping. I kept having to fish him out of the bowl. He was a drowned kitten in those times except the last when he was more a bat. I saw poop turds in the toilet and kept trying to avoid him investigating the bowl to no avail. And I washed him off everytime. He got a bath, going from tiny cat to bat.