Intruder Named Packet

Whalebud the Cat
Whalebud the Cat

I was with the family in when I heard the doorbell ring. Who would ring the doorbell at 1 am? Scared but curious I answered the door and there was nothing. My dad wanted me to forget about it but I worried. I turned on a lot of lights in the house. In my dad’s closet I found a bald white teenager hiding. He had come to steal from us? I asked him who he was and he said Packet. He refused to tell me more because the police would come.

My fight instincts came in and I grappled him to the ground. I couldn’t let go of him and I was calling my dad to get the police but he wouldn’t do it so I called for my mom to do it. I think my dad eventually called. I fetched my sword and bashed the intruder with it several times. The thief turned into my cat but I was not tricked so I bashed him a couple times. I had misgivings about being so violent towards him so I declared something like, ‘How would I use my sword for good’. He turned into a mouse which was much smaller. I said, if only you stole from us in mouse form, we wouldn’t even care how much you took. The police weren’t coming. I didn’t want to kill him but I was afraid if I let him go he would remember us and come back for revenge. I tried reasoning with him and calling him by his name, Packet.

He eventually did escape in the form of my cat. Then I saw him and my “real” cat in an epic chase in the yard. The two cats were chasing each other around and which one was which. Their chase went to the roof of a neighbor’s house and I could only watch from a distance, completely dumbfounded. Eventually the chase came back into our yard.  I tried swatting the one that seemed to be being chased a few times. Eventually, he tried to flee back into our house. My mom noted he had also been de-clawed like our cat. I think the resolving solution was just to adopt him as another cat.

* – We did not de-claw our cat, it was like that when we adopted it.  De-clawing cats is inhumane.

Notes on My Personal Interpretation of the Intruder Dreams:

In 2008, I had a bad experience while playing with my cat.  I was holding him in the air and he hissed loudly.  As I put him down, he went limp on the ground.  He had suffered a fatal heart attack.  It was a deeply traumatic experience for me.  My parents got another fat orange cat to help me cope with the loss.

Initially recording the dream, I thought that the intruder had turned into my present living cat.  On further reflection, however, it dawned on me that he was actually a manifestation of death and my cat that had died.

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