Strange Dream

So, not last night but the night before I had a weird dream, in two parts.

In the first part, Maxx and I had bought a new place.  Strangely, it seemed to be a condo or townhouse, rather than a home on an acreage.  It was brand-new, sparkling clean, and had lovely features.  In the dream, as we were starting to move in, we were actually discovering features we'd missed at the time we'd viewed the place, such as the door in the kitchen which led into a stainless steel "cold storage" room, in which it would be perfect to set up a shelving system and store your root vegetables and other perishables which don't necessarily need to be taking up fridge space.  I'm not sure why, but there was another door on the far side of this cold storage room which lead into one of the three bathrooms.  Nicely appointed, this lovely green colour, which we thought would work so well with grey or tan towels.

There were sliding glass doors which lead out onto a patio and the grassy lawn ... off a decent sized living room.

About this time, I woke up for a time, doing the usual "oh, I hope this means we'll win the lottery and can afford to buy a new home!" mental wishing.

When I dropped back off to sleep, we'd finished moving in, and when we were in the livingroom, a cat wandered up to the sliding glass doors which at first glance almost fooled us into thinking it was Merry, although Merry had passed away even in my dream.  This kitty came up to the doors and sat down on his haunches, then placed his paws gently on the doors, patting at them ... and Pippin wandered over and did the same thing from inside the house, so they were almost playing "patty cake" through the glass.  Later, we were over at a friend's home (still in the dream) visiting, and even though they lived some distance away from our new home, this same cat made an appearance.  As we were leaving, he approached us and then paused, didn't come when Maxx called to him, but when I squatted down, held out my arms and called "here kitty, kitty, kitty", he came running over, but on three legs, holding up his left front leg.  When he came into my arms, we saw that there was blood on him, and his leg was hurt.  There was no collar, and we couldn't check for a tattoo with the hurt cat cradled in my arms, so we were taking him home with us, so we could take him into the vet's first thing in the morning, letting them know he seemed to be a stray who had approached us.  As we were walking, a man came towards us from the hospital in the distance, noticed the injured cat, and asked us if our cat was hurt.  Maxx answered, "Actually, he's not our cat, although I have a feeling he's going to be".  The man turned out to be an emergency worker, likely a paramedic, and he took a quick look at the cat and confirmed that he had a compound fracture in his leg.  He straightened the leg and gently pushed the protruding sliver of bone (it wasn't protruding far and I wasn't sure if it was debris or a piece of tendon, or what, in the dream), told us to wrap it when we got home, and the vet should be able to take care of him.  So, we came home, wrapped a clean sock around the cat's leg while making sure it was straight, then fastened it on with an empty toilet paper roll in which we cut a slot, since it would hold the sock on but would be easy to remove and wouldn't interfere with circulation.  By that point, I'd decided that if the vet couldn't find the owner, his name was going to be Happy or Lucky ... even though we'd said we couldn't take another cat in because Jinx was FIV+.

So, how convoluted and strange is that?