There was another dream too, the starry moments with Ellie, preceding the wild sci-fi aria that I wrote about already.
A small dog, with hair soft like a cats’ and a purring affect and friendly needy eyes, had been left alone in our house all day. It was a big house with many rooms but no hallways, so that you had to pass by various sleepers to get to your own bed. Elinor and I shared a red room with frilly carpet and a big discombobulated bed with too many pillows. I found the dog when I got home, locked up in the wine cellar. I let him out and took him to sleep with me. When Ellie came home she lay down next to me and the dog snuggled to her. Ellie and I pet the scruff of the animal’s neck until we dozed off. I realize now that to me he was a dog and to her she was a cat. We shared a peaceful sleep.
