I have a cat and she’s not a particularly good one, either.
This morning, on my last day of vacation, she decided that six hours of sleep was quite enough for me and so began bellowing loudly and incessantly until I had no choice but to get out of bed.
Naturally, she didn’t want anything. She just wanted me to stop sleeping.
I was still in that groggy, bed-headed, half-awake, half-asleep state when I had another interesting psychic experience.
A scene from a vivid dream I was experiencing before I was rudely awakened superimposed itself on the walls and sliding glass door of my house.
The image was in black and white, it was grainy and not very distinct but it was projected over the normal colors and textures of my living room.
It was a fascinating thing to see.
In front of me were two alternate views, one sitting on top of the other.
A view from a dream and a view from my waking life.
The dual image phenomena lasted briefly, maybe five seconds, and then it was gone.
More and more of stuff like this is happening to me.
Now, anybody want a cat?