In my dream, I woke up to find three cats on the bed--Pye and Dinah, plus another one. At first, it looked like a reddish-blonde cat with long hair, and I thought it was maybe Artemis, then I eealized it wasn't, and the cat was pink, as pink as an Easter egg or something.

Its fur was like sheepskin--short and dense and curly. It had a collar and tag on with a phone number, so I called to tell the people I had their cat. I didn't know how it had gotten in.

When the people came to get the cat, one of them was an elderly man who wanted to tell a long story about the cat, and someone was exasperated with him, but I made them be quiet and let him talk.

I was diving underwater in an old quarry or someplace that resembled that kind of space--deep but somewhat enclosed.

I was showing Bob photographs of me diving, wearing a black and white swimsuit and transparent air hoses and facemask. I thought I looked cute.

Wherever I was was something like a school--somewhere I lived. My parents were going to come take me to lunch, and I went into the dining room and saw that we would have our usual table. But I waited, ad they didn't come I went and asked Bob where they were, anf he said he fifn't know. Then I looked out the window and thought I saw them, but it wasn't their car.

I'm going on vacation for the third time, and can't remember if I'v told anyone. It;s a short onr, just a long weekend, Thursday to Monday, but I feel guilty about it after Cello remarked I'd had two vacations already so close together.

At a shopping center--Ward Parkway, maybe. I was with Gard, and maybe Julia. We were looking at Palm applications; tere was something that was like the face of the sun, very bright. I was trying to figure out what it was for, but Gard told me to stop playing with it.

Then there was a huge storm otside, like a hurricane or a tornado, and was worried about standing next to the windows, and frustrated because I didn't have my umbrella with me.

Other people were walking right out in the rain, and I didn't understand that.

I was starting a new job with an internet company. The office manager brought me three samples to choose from as a rug or decorative background for my cubicle. One was beige with black motifs, which I liked best at first, then the second one was a grayish-green with golf designs, which I thought maybe I should get because of Bob.

The third one was orange and purple with a Halloween theme, and I originally discounted it, but then thought it might be a cool theme.

I'm told I'm going to be in charge of ethics, and will have a shelf of books on my desk. From things that are said, I worry that I'm going to end up being a secretary, but maybe that's what I deserve, since I'm not as good as the other people.

I show Dave some business cards from another company using elements from the various backgrounds--a different one for each person--and suggest that we do the same. He says he hates that company, and I say I know, but it's still a good idea.

I open up a cabinet, and there are two kittens in there that I had forgotten about. But even though I'd forgotten them, and felt bad about it, I knew they'd be okay if I fed them right away. One is a gray tabby, and one is yellow, and I decide I'll name them Tiger Eye (Tiger for short) and Amber.

Someone asks me how I would deal with rounding up and controlling eight cats, and I said I could handle it, no problem, then said, "I don't have that many, do I?"

I counted them--the yellow one and the black one, the other yellow one and the other black one, and one more--just five.

I say, "Once you have more than two, it doesn't really matter."

I bring to work an assortment of unscented, white candles and arrange them on Dave's bookcase. When he comes in, I point them out, and say I hope it's okay.