Dream: There was a teenage boy on the roof of an apartment building. He held a fairly large cat which had some white in it--but also had some color of other kinds. A pretty cat.
The boy held the cat at the edge of the roof of the building, set it on the ledge, shot the cat in the abdomen (which I saw the bullet hole very clearly--no real blood), then pushed the cat over the ledge. It fell several floors down into a square opening designated for the dumpster. I was the cat laying there dead. I thought that it was too bad the cat had to die. However, I wasn't overly grieved.
Significant Life Events: Getting my work done when there are so many pressing needs of others; one thing after the other in our family going south; struggling to regain health; my own sinfulness and God's mercy and grace are great; I have a wonderful, godly wife and marriage.
Background: Age 65, caucasian, pastor
Mental Illness Or Depression: No
Location: SC
Feelings About People: It all seemed necessary--sadly. I didn't feel any animosity toward the teenager. I really didn't know him. I like cats, by the way.
Relationship Status: Married
When And How Often: Last night. Not a recurring dream.