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Last night I dreamt I was at a 36 hour cleanse with Kristie. I was excited but showed up wearing black and white when I was supposed to be in all white. We were sitting in a room with bamboo floors facing another group of people who were doing yoga towards us in order to channel energy and strength. A woman named Mary was there. In waking life last week I hugged her when her cat died. The cat's name was Emma. We all sat to meditate and stayed that way for a long time. Meditating in a dream is very surreal. When it was time to rest, we ate ears of cactus, sucking the nectar from between the spines. Then we could go use the restroom so I skipped down to the basement of whatever the structure we were in was. It was like a high school locker room so there were rows and rows of smelly toilet stalls. I went into one and the toilet bowl was filled with human waste and, floating just under the surface of the water, a dead rat. I gasped and moved to the next stall. That one was similar but instead of a rat, it was a dead grey cat. I gasped again and tried one more and this time there was a dying cat, gasping for its own breath. I wanted to save it but was afraid of the filth in which it was covered. I ran from the room, realizing that these cats had been brought here to serve as our gaurdians during the cleanse and meditation and someone had killed them. They had been trusting of everyone and someone used that against them. I couldn't speak, I vomited, I ran, I cried harder than I've ever cried.

And then, Usagi, the wonder kitten with no tail, jumped onto the bed and sat on my chest and licked my arms and I woke up.