July 26, 2012 Dream

I'm in this disco-looking place. It's dimly lit, but the floor tiles have neon-ish colors on them. On each is a number. Some tiles are raised out of the ground, about a feet or more higher than ground level. I'm with a group of people; each person gets to own a tile. I go on top of one of the higher up tiles. We all talk and whatnot. I then ask the 'gang leader' what the purpose of us being here is. He (Draven look alike) says that we don't have to do anything. He then mentions that they have an enemy, a pearl-eyes cat. I then ask him why we aren't preparing for it to come. He answers, "Nah, it won't come," based on what happened years ago. There's a camera switch to an older man lying on the ground. On of his arms is bleeding. The old man thinks, huh. I'm having the same dream as before, I think. Then he realizes that it's the pearl-eyes cat's doing and sits up quickly just as the pearl-eyes cat jumps on him. Camera flashes over to the cat. It indeed has a pearl-colored eye, but only one. The other eye is squeezed shut, eyeless. The camera goes to out 'gang hideout room' to a snowglobe on a countertop, which has the cat's eye in it. The cat wants his eye back. He's evil looking. I can't remember what color of fur it has, though. It's not grey, black, white, or brown, though. While the old man and the cat are tustling on the floor outside of the hideout room, us people inside the hideout are trying to clean out the room as if nobody lived there. The lights go on, and the floor tuns to a normal, carpeted room, similar to my downstairs old bedroom (and outside where the old man and cat are fighting looks like the downstairs hallway). We are trying to clean up the room so if the cat gets in, he won't know we were there so we can be scoot free. While I throw a small toy into the closet, I think, we should have prepared for the cat to come. If we had, we wouldn't have been going through all this trouble of last minute preparation.