The Black Cat- Something Like A Dream

One last thing I remember from last night is that, as I was laying still awake but with eyes closed, I saw a (black, I'm pretty sure) cat sneak into my room. They ran over to my bed and jumped onto it, laying beside me. I never heard or felt anything tangible, but on some level I could feel the cat there next to me, and I was certain enough of what I saw with eyes closed for the image to slip from memory and then filter back in, without doubt, today. I am curious of this cat, black against the darkness, in mind rather than sight, in mind's eye rather than felt on skin.

Additionally my dream beacon early last night was the same, but this time I saw the base of the pyramid receive a beam, and that beam extended from where I was in the center of the shape (wherever that was), through earth to another place where I imagined Hope being. I imagined that once that was connected and those realms were aligned into a straight line, I reconnected with my soulmate as I had done before, making that line straight as well. 

Later I imagined I was in New Zealand with my soulmate, watching the sheep, and then we watched the stars when night fell, from our humble cottage. It was quite the contrast to the prior couple of images, but truly wonderful. I wonder what will come to mind tonight....

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