With lots of things going round and round in my head, the difficulties with Mum, Steve's very gradual improvement, stud dogs, my dream of a van I can't afford, my hands, my sight, and the endless list of negativity, I'm basically an emotional wreck. But last night's dream was very unexpected. I was sat on the floor among building materials and tarpaulin, when the fabric started to move, I remember thinking, well which cat is this now? I remember expecting it to be Jamie, OMG it was Junior, crystal clear and looking so well. He stayed for a few minutes in my dream, it was so vivid that this morning it felt like I had actually seen him, touched him and talked to him ... I saw his long sleek body, and looked into his eyes. Yes I saw Junior and I'm so glad it happened, it actually did mean a lot to me.
