I woke up this morning slightly disturbed. I woke up this morning from a dream that seemed so real and just so strange. I am never one to analyze dreams..but this one really bothered me.
I dreamt that I took my brother to Amsterdam. I lived there several years ago and Troy was never able to visit - so in my dreams last night, just the two of us traveled there. We spent a long day seeing the old Waag house, the red-light district, Central Station, the shopping district, the Anne Frank House, the Van Gogh Museum, and just wondered through the Vondelpark. As we strolled through the Voldelpark, I reached into my jacket pocket and found my Amsterdam apartment keys - still on the same keyring as my leased Saab I had there, and of course the keys to my 2 bicycle locks. I told Troy I guess that meant I still had my apartment in the city, so we walked to my old park side apartment. When we arrived, my bike was still locked securely to my front railing and the same curtains hung in the window. My key still worked in the door and we entered my apartment - it looked exactly the same as I left it 6 years ago.
We sat down to rest on the couch after a long day of walking and then heard a noise. When we turned towards the bedroom door - out walked my old cat Wilshire. Wilshire was with me in Amsterdam but since died about 3 years ago. Funny thing is that Wilshire looked dead when he walked out - almost movie zombie-like. He was also wearing a pink tutu skirt and sheer blue tulle camisole...and a tiara. He came up to me and purred and rubbed against my leg and then disappeared behind the door again.
I told Troy that I didn't think we should be there anymore...so I left my all of my keys on the table and we left. I immediately woke-up.
This dream left we wondering all day what it meant - maybe nothing I know. Maybe it's been too long since I saw my brother, maybe it's been too long since I visited Amsterdam, maybe I miss my cat, maybe since I just took the girls to see Cinderella yesterday is why Wilshire was dressed like a princess. Maybe I need to stop drinking before bed?