The naming of cats / Strange fruit

[shewhomust]

Thanks to LJ / DW, I know that other people dream in coherent, if surreal, narrative. I don't often remember dreaming, and when I do, I wake up with a handful of fragments which fall apart when I try to grasp them. Last night, for no obvious reason, I seem to have had a busy time...

I dreamed that the unidentified other person in the bed got up, and returned bearing the cat and three kittens (she had had six kittens, but now there were three). I reached out to pet a black, fluffy kitten, and it bit me with its sharp little teeth. I was more pleased than not. Later, somewhere outdoors, boybear told me the cat's name, which unfortunately I don't remember. Her second name was a people name (it might have been Michael) but the first was some sort of abstraction: something like 'Parity'? Not 'Singularity', because I remember thinking, in the dream, that 'Singularity' would be a good name for a cat.

Later I was in a supermarket, looking at a display of fruit set out on a market barrow. There were mangoes, and something the shape of a kiwi fruit, but a little larger, with a smooth skin, green and blushing to red: the skin of a mango, in fact, though I didn't recognise this at the time, because I knew they were limes. I picked up a mango and three limes, and then realised that I didn't know the price of any of these things, so I put one of the limes back.

None of this makes any sense to me, or has any connection with anything I have consciously been thinking.

Comments

[cmcmck]

I also don't remember much, but when I do, they are vaguely based on place- I sometimes sort of know them and sometimes not.

[shewhomust]

Sometimes I dream about real places, and genuinely do recognise them; sometimes they are dream places, and I only dream that I recognise them. Sometimes the illusin is so strong that O think I must have dreamed them before - but I don't think that has ever actually happened!

[sovay]

Not 'Singularity', because I remember thinking, in the dream, that 'Singularity' would be a good name for a cat.

It would.

There were mangoes, and something the shape of a kiwi fruit, but a little larger, with a smooth skin, green and blushing to red: the skin of a mango, in fact, though I didn't recognise this at the time, because I knew they were limes.

I often dream about narratives, rather than physical objects, this way: one thing that I know is something else in the dream, that either only exists in the dream or can only be recognized in hindsight when awake. That's neat.

[shewhomust]

But then your dreams are so much more narrative than mine. It's sometimes that way with people, though, someone that I identify without hesitation in the dream, and then waking think but it was nothing like them!