Of Dreams and Kittens

I had a difficult time waking up this morning.  Actually, I had a difficult time pulling out of the dream state I'd entered. When I woke up at 5:30, I'd been told to wake up out of a dream.  That one really messed with me. In my dream, the cast of characters were creating music. Everything was happening on a grand staff in front of my eyes.  I wanted to participate, so I attempted to insert a bass clef with some notation, but it just wouldn't fit with what they were creating. I kept trying to join them, but it became more and more frustrating for all of us. My dream ended when they told me that it was time for me to wake up and quit bothering them. I saw a dot of light that was the point at which I was to wake up and whoosh, I was awake.  I don't know that I've ever had a  dream tell me to wake up and stop bothering it.

This last week has been ... intense.  My class load was a choice, but I will probably wonder all semester long if it was the right choice.  The amount of reading and writing seems a little overwhelming at the outset. It took five hours of reading just to get through the course instructions last week.  I'm taking Christian Ethics, Method and Praxis of Theology, Inductive Bible Study: Minor Prophets and John Wesley's Theology for Today. Praying ... a lot.

(I'm pretty sure that I've nearly driven friends on Facebook crazy with my pictures of my cat.  It looks like I'm going to tell his story here instead.)

Having a curious little cat makes things more interesting when I study. He insists on playing with my pencils and highlighters. Let me tell you - highlighting on my Kindle is a lot easier.

When I open a textbook, he wants to be part of everything. Sometimes I end up putting things away because I can't take his craziness.

I got him neutered last week and am hopeful that some of the male craziness will subside at this point.

Now, if I could just get him to highlight the important things for me while he flips through the pages.