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Tegucigalpa
And the kitten
I was driving my very expensive car along horrible pot-holed back-country roads headed for Tegucigalpa. The drivers of all the other vehicles on the country roads were driving like maniacs. I was constantly having to swerve to keep from being crashed into.
I have no earthly idea why the hell I was headed for Tegucigalpa but it seemed utterly imperative that I get there as fast as I could. The whole time I’m driving I kept thinking about my little kitten back home in America. It was only about twelve weeks old. I was very worried about the kitten. Was it safe? Was it being cared for? And would it even remember me when I got back home?
That was the dream I woke up to this morning. I have no idea what it means. I’m not an expert dream interpreter. I’ve never been to Honduras and have no desire to go there. I haven’t even heard the word, Tegucigalpa, in years but it was deeply stuck in my noggin. Why would I be going there?
I don’t have a kitten. My apartment building does not allow pets. Perhaps the kitten was symbolic of my two beloved granddaughters. They’re kind of like kittens — or maybe tiger cubs. They, along with their mother, are the only reasons I’m still living where I live. I’ve been wanting to move to warmer climes but then I would miss the girls.
