I got my new bed and couch today.  I woke up this morning to the sound of the delivery truck beeping as it backed up to my place.  So I greeted the delivery guys in my pajamas, me all bleary eyed and with messy hair still hung over from a good dream (you know how that goes).  I was amazed with how fast those guys got that furniture inside my apartment!  I know they're professionals, but, my gods, it was quick.  I was expecting a day of waiting for them to come by.  Oh, well.  Better right away in the morning than at the end of the day.

I took a nap right away on my couch.  I think I got the couch that Goldielocks would've loved -- not too soft or too hard, you don't sink into it, it's just right.  It's the perfect cuddle couch.

I dreamt of cats.  After the delivery guys fit my couch into the livingroom, the pressure of the task must've caused my neighbor's door to burst open and their cat, Loki, tried to run out.  I managed to scoop him up  (he was the weight of a cream puff and just as sweet) and deliver him back into his home.  He gave me one of those kitty looks where they're like "Hey, I was about to have fun... why'd you spoil it?"  Sorry, kitty!  For some reason I get the feeling that my neighbors are about to give up their cat.  Maybe it had something to do with my dreams... 

I dreamt of little cats, fully grown and small but with impossible fur.  Some had feathers, one had stripes, and one had sequins all along her back.  They were all over my couch.  A window opened up behind the couch and I could see inside my neighbor's apartment.  Inside there were more cats.  My neighbors were asking me to take care of them.  I agreed to but then some of my relatives showed up and started to order me around.  But taking care of the cats was more important.  I didn't care that I got an earful from my Aunt Madge and I didn't care that my mother had died, all I cared about were the cats.  Seriously.  That's how my dreams have been lately.  They center around my mother being dead or about to die and my Aunt Madge is mad at me for not doing enough for my mother. 

My mother, as of this moment, is preparing to die.  She's been making arrangements and seems to be at peace about the whole process.  I'm not all that emotional about it but my dreams indicate to me that I feel some obligation to my family, that somehow the process I'm going through to stablize my living situation makes me feel a tad guilty.  I'm all excited about establishing a home, but then I think about other people close to me who are having a hard time.  I suppose I should find some way to contribute to their lives.  Am I wrong to feel like that?  I'm not exactly wealthy, yet I should support those I love somehow.  I'm not good at figuring out what is appropriate, though. 

I will sleep on it some more and get on with the moving on.