Dreambooks hardly mention kittens specifically and a cat is held to be some
symbol of the female. That, as usual, didn't help a bit. She thought about it,
wrote herself letters, discussed it with anyone who would listen, and still got
no further in understanding the meaning of these dreams or what to do in order
to stop having to have them.
As time went by, these dreams became more frequent and the kittens were in a
ever more desperate condition. Now, when she discovered the nest, there were
some dead already, and some even maggot riddled. She was getting desperate and
Finally she took up my suggestion to create a basic sanctuary structure
complete with guides and help built in. She designed a dream space - in her case
something not unlike the holodeck on the Enterprise D - in which the main points
of the dream could be re-created.
Standing outside the
holodeck, she gave the instruction, "Re-create
kitten dreams" and the door opened and she stepped inside.
We were both shocked at what she found. Cages upon cages upon cages stacked
up the walls of a large, large warehouse type affair, with a dead or dying
kittens in each. There were so many of them! Thousands upon thousands in that
huge space - whatever was going on here, it was major. Now, what to do? Anne
expressed a real sense of urgency - some were still alive and they needed
immediate attention. So, as I often do when faced with overwhelm in such
situations, I suggested we call in whatever re-inforcements would make
A big crowd of people arrived right away - healers of all kinds, allopathic
and holistic, real ones, imaginary ones and dead ones, a veritable army of
astral healers. They began organising something like a conveyor belt process by
which cage after cage was opened, the kitten extracted, put to one side if
already dead and treated immediately if still alive. There was a feeling of
working around the clock, although in real terms little time had passed, of
course, and finally, the situation was under control. The exhausted team of
healers heaved a sigh of relief and just stood about, chatting amongst
themselves when, at the back of the hall, a glowing circle of bright light
appeared. Out of the light came adult cats of all shapes and sizes, and each one
gently picked up one of the injured kittens and then returned into the light.
Then, that light source closed and another, less bright and more like
ultraviolet light appeared. From it came ghost cats who went to the dead kittens
lying in a row. On approach of the ghost cat, a small kitten shape detached
itself from the body, and was lovingly carried away to the other light whilst
the body simply dissolved away.
Anne was crying and shaking after it was all over; I was marvelling again at
this piece of interesting conscious/unconscious communication - her unconscious
had repeatedly presented a major concern; we'd consciously entered into the
process by deciding to bring in the healers, and Anne's unconscious had
responded by finishing the story and bringing it to an amazing and very
I asked her to go home and to make a note in her diary of this day and to put
in a corresponding date six month from there, to check back and to see what kind
of changes had happened in her life, as I was as puzzled and intrigued by the
whole affair as she was.
Firstly, she has never dreamed about kittens since - it's been
three years now. We can presume that whatever the issue was, it really had been thoroughly
resolved. The most noticeable differences she found was firstly an intense
increase in creativity of all kind - she hasn't stopped painting since and her
paintings "before" and "after" are very different; the
"after" kind being much more vibrant, powerful and saleable. She's
completely redecorated her entire house and her income has doubled from very
unlikely sources, such as all of a sudden finding an American publisher for a
series of self help books she wrote ten years ago. Is that because of the
kittens? You know what I'm going to say by now - I've no idea! She's a happier
person, that much I know, and when she goes to bed at night, she smiles in
anticipation of what she's going to dream about.
This is an example of a Project Sanctuary "story".