Guardian Feline

I started out as a young girl and I was supposed to be going to visit my father. I guess my parents had gotten a divorce or were separated or something, and I think it was partially because my father had been abusive to me. Actually, that may not have ever come to light, because if it had, I doubt I would have been made to visit him.

Anyway, I was terrified of going to see him. Somehow along the way I found out that I could communicate with a particular cat. This cat was more than a cat, but I'm not sure what it was. At one point right before I was supposed to see my father for the first time in a long time, the cat gave me some information on how to handle the whole situation.

At this point, I was in what seemed like an office and a very large house. The cat happened to be in a guest bathroom and the lights were off, but the door was open. I went in and sat on the floor by the cat and talked to it about what I was supposed to do. Whatever I was supposed to do, I double checked it with the cat to make sure that I understood. I think it was supposed to be a way to get away from my father once he was there to get me. When I had gotten it, the cat had rolled over for me to pet it's belly. It nodded up and down in approval with it's eyes closed. This was the first time that I got a really good look at the cat. It basically looked like Nellie Belle (our cat in waking life), but was fluffier.

Finally my father showed up and the cat had disappeared. Suddenly I was no longer the girl, but I was watching her leave with her dad. The next thing I know, I'm inside this big old house, and it seemed almost like it had been abandoned. I realized that I was seeing things the way that the girl was seeing them. I think this was also where I realized that the girl looked like Dakota Fanning, but with dark hair.

She came running into the front door, turned around, and slammed it shut and locked it. Her face was splattered with blood, but it wasn't her own blood. There was something going on that only she (and I) could see, and no one else could have seen the blood or the decrepit state of the house. To everyone else, everything would have looked normal and new. Anyway, she/I ran upstairs, and soon after getting to the top and running into a bedroom, we were the same person again.

I was the girl again. Just as the door was closing, I saw the dad as she saw him. He looked old and dead. He was bloody, and he was decomposing. I think this was the main reason why she didn't want to be with him. Yes, he was abusive, but he looked like some sort of monster. She got the door closed and locked, and hardly any sooner than she had and got over towards the area of the bed, the father's dead arm shot out from underneath the bed and grabbed her/my left wrist and tried to pull me in. I had picked up this little sharp rock, and something else took control of my right hand. I used it to scrape a message to myself in the floor. It was supposed to be be from the dad. It was written very sloppy, but in all capital letters. It said something along the lines of "Now I have you and you cannot get away."

Then a second line started to be written by my right hand. It said, "Soon I will call for you." Soon after that second line finished, I realized that it was from the cat. Shortly after I heard a loud squawk or some sort of bird cry outside the window. I turned and looked (and at the same time I saw the girl turn and look) at the window and realized that the cat was here to save us. The girl got up (we were separate again) and somehow broke free of the father's grip. She ran, jumped across the top of the bed, and leaped from the edge of the bed, didn't even touch the floor, and went crashing through the window to the outside. There was faith on both of or parts that the cat had formed into some sort of bird or something, and was flying by at that moment to catch her as she dove out the window. The dream ended before I verified if she was caught by the bird or not.