Last night i had a dream that my black cat (whom i do not take care of at the present) named Kittin fought a white tiger.
white-tiger.jpg This is a strange dream because, Kittin was fighting the tiger to defend me and Maizy. Maizy is my little pomeranian, pictured here: img_0249.jpg I remember clutching her really close to me and watching Kittin climb out a window that i was facing and fighting the tiger. I was terrified for him, but the tiger didn’t really hurt him, despite how vicious he was; I even remember little peices of hair being matted up and torn as kittin escaped the tiger and led Maizy and I out of danger.
He ended up taking us to this house that was not too far away. We ended up sneaking in and as we were creeping around the house, the house owners found us. They ended up being very understanding. It was a little old lady and some other lady that lived with her (she didn’t have a big role). The little old lady suggested we keep on the move because the tiger would find us. She started packing up a bunch of really good weed into this mason jar. I remember that i was sitting in the old lady’s kitchen/dining room table and watching her pack all this delicious green dro while yacking about something. The only thing i remember about the other lady was that she instructed me to take a little out, just a little bowl’s worth so that we could all smoke a bowl before Maizy, Kittin, and I hit the trail.
It all sounds so adventurous and ridiculous. But still, it was the best damn dream i’ve had in a long while.

I wonder what this dream means. I miss my Kittin.



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