Dream the night of 2/13/16

I was moving into a new place to live. It was an interesting older home. I had a pet bird that I had forgotten about. The cage was discovered piled up behind boxes and other things that were just moved from our old home. I pulled the cockatiel out of the cage, but it wouldn't perch on my finger, I just had to hold it, as it was clearly dying.

It morphed into a docile pet rat. I was delighted to remember my now full cage of pet rats. They were varying sizes and were colored like guinea pigs. A tiny white one with large black spots, a very large (cat sized) dark brown one, a black, peanut butter, and white one (like Guinea was). And a few more.

I had two cages that I moved them into in the new home. Both cages were thick black wire, but standard wiring for a rodent pet cage (it had just a few decorate elements, as they tend to). There were several doors on both cages, but each door was a square of thick Plexiglas that slid into place to close the opening. I had to rush to close each one as all the rats kept escaping. I was laughing and enjoying myself as I found and returned each escapee back to his or her cage only to find another one escaping out of an open door that I didn't notice before.

Finally, all were secure except for the large cat-sized brown rat. I grabbed him (her?) in my arms and held him like I originally held the bird and like I usually hold Jennie, like an infant cradled in my arms. I wasn't sure if the creature was okay at first, but then I was overcome with maternal feelings and soon, the rat turned into a baby.

The baby's complexion switched rapidly, as if my mind couldn't make a final decision. It didn't matter, and in the dream I knew it didn't matter. I was still wrapped in joy and love for this child. I cradled him or her and showered him with kisses. It was a boy. He grew to baby-size and I held him out in front of me and swirled around in joy, laughing and chirping at him with coos.

The baby was confused, and ultimately non-responsive, as though it were a doll coming to life. Just as it began looking around and identifying its surroundings, I made a comment to the both of us that we were going to find Greg to share this joy.

broken highway

Just a few notes for myself later -

Kate Beaton had a food-truck style truck that was selling art / her books at a craft fair.

Setting: The dessert, out in the middle of nowhere. Just a lone, passing highway, but for some reason there was an overpass and this fair took place under the overpass.

When I left, the highway extended into the sky (the highway didn't move, this was the normal state of the highway, I just drove up it). I was driving on a very scaled down / bare bones motorcycle, like a honda.

As I drove up the highway, it just seemed to get taller and steeper. Then, I noticed that the highway was splitting apart and had large swaths that were missing. I avoided them and kept going until I got to a point where it was completely broken through, but with random parts in the middle of the hole still there, but with nothing was holding them up. As if the image of the highway itself was crumbling/cracking. Just beyond this point was the crux/climax/crest of the hill. I was almost over it!

I got off the motorcycle, because it was too steep at this point to stay on the cycle without falling backwards. I crawled to the edge. I was myself in this dream, but another me appeared, standing on the opposite side of the crack, urging me to jump - that I could make the jump without falling. She kneeled down, seemingly unhindered by the steepness, while I was now struggling to hold on to stay upright (litterally gripping the surface of the road).

The other me kneeled down and reached out her hand to try and urged me to reach out and jump and grab her hand.

I tried. I didn't try very hard. It was like that feeling of running in a dream, where you give it your all, but you still can't run very far. The jump was like nothing. I glimpsed her face and she was dissappointed as she watched me fall. Mostly pity, though.

I fell and fell and fell, but fell slowly and softly, and hit the desert ground below with a soft thud. I got up and dusted myself off, surveyed myself for injuries, then when I was satisfied that I was okay, I looked around at the desert view around me.

I was sad that I didn't have my motorcycle anymore and the highway was now a long walk off.