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Last night I had a dream about Poupon. In it, I was with my friend John Holland at a conference and after teaching, we decided to enjoy a glass of wine together. Before going to the restaurant, I told him I needed to stop by my room to check on Poupon.
Strange, I thought, that my cat would be in my hotel room at an event.
When I opened the door, I found two sofas facing each other in the middle of the room. On one sofa sat a litter box filled with old sticks and dried up, spoiled food. On the other, a bird feeder half filled with seeds, the rest scattered about the cushions.
As I cleaned out the litter box and picked up the seeds, I wondered where Poupon was, but I wasn’t too concerned. I could tell he had eaten some of the seeds for nourishment, and I assumed he was nearby, just not in sight.
Dreams are so amazing in the way they use imagery and metaphor to bring unconscious information to consciousness. My journals are filled with nightly musings, some of which I share in Waking Up in Winter, and I’ve been working with them for years.
Back to the dream so you can see what happens.
As I listed the events in my journal as a way to work with the dream, I marveled at the symbolism. For example, John Holland is a gifted medium who helps people communicate with loved ones who have passed. Over the years, I’ve watched him deliver remarkable evidence and messages that have brought comfort to those struggling with grief.
It made sense that John would show up in a dream about Poupon since I’ve been grieving his death and longing to feel more connected to him in some way.
Next were the two sofas. Just last week, John and I talked about the release of his new book on February 27th. The book is called, Bridging Two Realms: Learn to Communicate with Your Loved Ones on the Other Side. When I considered the two sofas and the items sitting on each one, John’s book came to mind.
One sofa held a litter box that represented the past with its spoiled food and lifeless objects. Not only that, it was also a literal message because I still had Poupon’s litter box sitting in the room he occupied when he died three months ago. I hadn’t been able to let it go even though it represented such a painful memory.