Kitten dreams

I woke in the early hours of this morning with the kitten’s ear in my mouth. He’s nearly a year old now, but still needs his “Mummy time”.  At some point during the night he had crawled into bed between us and his loud buzzing must have disturbed me. I knew instantly that I had been dreaming, but I couldn’t remember what it was about. I find there are a few short moments while the faint memory is disappearing into my sub-conscious that I can sometimes chase it down and pull it back for further analysis. I have also learnt from bitter experience, that if it was a nightmare, then I wish I had left well alone. This time I felt relaxed and at peace, so… gingerly, I lifted one corner of my mind and took a peek. I had been dreaming about blogging! I mulled this over for a while, with the kitten not only purring now, but frantically kneading the vulnerable skin on my neck. In the few short moments before I drifted off to sleep again, I thought it would be a good idea to blog about dreaming…

It was W B Yeats who said “Tread softly because you tread on my dreams” and for me, never a truer word was said. I suppose dreams can be regarded as the brain’s filing system. If I think through the details carefully, then most can be attributed to what I have done, said, seen, or heard over the preceding day. It’s as if the brain picks up each thought in turn, while looking around and deciding which tags to apply. So far, so good, but what about those things you have been worrying about? Even worse… what about the fodder for nightmares? As I get older, my aversion to television increases. At the end of a very busy day, I love nothing more than settling down in front of the computer to tinker with my photography. I may be scanning old film or slides, or processing digital images. Then there is my very friendly photography forum (RPF) where I can truly relax and be with friends. Occasionally I update my web site – it’s nothing serious and in fact, I look upon it as a personal display cabinet. The TV is still there in the front room and although I may not be able to see it, I can still hear what is going on. My husband likes to relax watching war documentaries, crime investigations or those mediaeval dramas shown after the watershed. Between them there is enough screaming, burning, shooting and gory details to feed a whole lifetime of nightmares. Am I the only one to react like this?

But back to the kitten. I took these photographs a few days ago while he was sleeping on our bed. He had that look of innocence and pure contentment and with his languid pose, looked for all the world as though he had been filleted. I zoomed during a long, hand-held exposure to enhance the dream-like  feel and now this image is adorning my desktop. Why can’t we humans dream like this? Have we really created such busy and stressful lives for ourselves that we simply can’t switch off? In the vain hope that something may be catching, I will take the kitten to bed again tonight. Sweet dreams all!

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