Pope Valley Dream
Friday night I was too tired to dream, but Saturday night I had a doozy.
Over the valley lay a great dark cat.
My impression was it was black but it was just vast and dark, and as I think about it maybe it could be any color it wanted, or none at all.
It was so powerful in my prejudice I thought of it as male, but now I realize it could have been any sex or no sex at all.
I could not really see how what it lay on, or if it really was on anything and didn't just sort of penetrate the hills and trees without needing their support in any way.
I never saw its eyes but somehow got the impression they were green, glowing when they wanted to be. And could be red or any color if that served some purpose.
The cat was not there because of any of us humans and barely noticed us most of the time. Why it was there I do not know and felt I never would know and that it was better for me to not know.
But the cat knew without thought everything about every creature in the valley, where they were and what they were doing and more. I got the idea that we could annoy it and find ourselves a momentary plaything, but that it would take us doing something monumentally right or wrong. And no, I couldn't even think of anything that would fill that bill.
My sense was that it could do just about anything for us or to us, but it was not there for that. It had other business, or maybe no business at all that we would recognize.
It had no particular feelings for us, not favorable or unfavorable. It saw us as part of what is and that was not remarkable. Its attention was on something so far beyond that we could not even have a frame of reference.
It was other and beyond us. I got the impression that it was unusual for me to even imagine its presence, much less detect it even in dream. I think it might have been a little amused.
At the time I was in awe and a little scared. Something tells me I was right to be both.
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