Like Little Thumbs

Last night I had my second hamster dream of the week. In this dream, Deimos and Isaac were still alive. I picked them up out of cages of the sort you might see for puppies in pet shops. I coddled them a little, business as usual. They were as content and preoccupied with their own doings as furry turtles.

But, when I looked deeper in the aspen shavings, I found a bunch of very young hamsters. What the...? And then things became confusing and Deimos was one of the young hamsters, and I knew it was true because I remembered that Deimos isn't alive and so she'd have to be one of these. (Classic dream logic.)

But things became confusing again and it turned out that my landlady was renovating the other apartment in the duplex where I live, except now the duplex was a whole apartment complex and some of it would be zoned commercially. Until renovations were complete, a pet store would be operating out of my living room, and it was the pet store that had put in the baby hamsters for sale in with my hamsters - noooooo!

So I checked the blackboard where my hamsters were supposed to be listed, but now there were these other hamsters up there, too. And! Some of my hamsters were gone! OMG - how could I find out who bought them? (You know, they really should take your name and address when you buy a pet -- it is an adoption service, after all.)

I started freaking out and searching the blackboard for the names of all of my hammies. There was Minerva on one row, Cordelia on another. I tried to find Snout but the best I could do was some hamster called "Spot." I was having a hard time remembering the names of all of the hamsters, but my heart was sinking because I could already tell that so many of mine were missing.

I woke up sometime soon after while trying to get back into my apartment which had become some sort of media circus because apparently the new complex was very exciting. I think there may have even been a train ride, like you'd see at a park.

In my other recent hamster dream, Erik's little dead body was near a nook full of personable baby hamsters. I'd forgotten to bury him. They were all under a sort of Christmas tree in a lobby.

Interpretation? Maybe hamsters reincarnate? Does this mean Cordelia and Minerva are next (their names being on that mysterious board)?

(Both being the oldest, that's statistically likely, although Joule's other tumour has popped so, bleh, who knows? How is Joule still alive almost a year after her "doesn't look too good" surgery? Yesterday she was in a great mood, wanting arm scurries and to be held and to put her head in my mouth -- this after a few weeks of dwindling and not liking to be touched. And Minerva? He's more vibrant than ever, suddenly becoming friendly and affectionate and hardly aloof at all.)

Both dreams were disturbing at the time, but neither made me sad. Is my Isaac out there again as someone else's silver gumdrop? I wonder.