5/24
In my dream, I enter the Met with three cats: Toby, Marlowe, and Gus. Weāre going to live there, although Marlowe perhaps seems to already be living there already; I see him on a pale blue Victorian sofa with an older, white-haired man. Together, theyāre looking at an impressionist painting.
I continue up the stairs with Toby and Gus, who are surprisingly undaunted by the other museum goers. We go to an outdoor garden, and in fact itās a cat pavilion; there are other cats roaming and being pet by museum visitors. Toby and Gus arenāt off-put by this, either. They frolic in the grass, and Toby digs a bit in the dirts and rock, trying to make a comfortable bed for himself.



















