another serial event

On Wednesday night, I had a dream about Bo. Bo was the cat that I got in the eighth grade, who died in 2004. I hadn't had a dream about him in awhile, and this dream turned into a lucid dream. I was able to acheive lucidity because it was pretty easy for me to figure out that I was dreaming since I knew for sure that Bo was dead. Incidentally, I also had a lucid dream the very next night. And I hadn't had a lucid dream for at least three months prior to that. I hope to get back into the habit of having lucid dreams. In order to improve at this, I think it will be necessary to incorporate some reality checking into my daily routine. Perhaps it would be best to check reality whenever I am talking to another person. People seem to populate my dreams. And if, during my waking hours, I get in the habit of asking, "Is this real? Is this conversation really happening?" then I'll be more likely to continue the pattern of behavior during my sleep. It's a matter of conditioning, and so, of course, any self-respecting Russian would love the idea.

But back to my dream about Bo. In the dream, he was standing in the horse corral at my mom's house, and I saw him from the driveway, so there was some distance between us. I approached him, and at first, he was familiar, but then, when I got up close to him, I wasn't sure that it was him. He seemed uncertain as to whether he trusted me, and eventually he turned and walked away, even though I was trying to coax him to stay. It was an interesting dream in it's own right. It was made much more interesting by the events of the next day.

The next afternoon, I was at Nansen Field, juggling the soccer ball. I tied my record of 207 straight touches (yesterday, I set a new record of 261) and then decided that I was getting tired, and should leave. As I was walking to my car, I saw a cat from about 30 yards away. He looked just like Bo from that distance. I put my ball in the car, and approached the cat, whereupon, he turned and took cover under a mobile home that sits at the bottom of the parking lot on a small cement pad. I sat down on a rock and watched the cat watch me back until Clive drove by and asked me to close the gate on my way out. I told him I might as well leave too, and then I shared the coincidence of this story with him. He was a little nonplussed, I think.