Sphynx
Dream 3.
I, a cat of no name and no memories, awoke to a world that was as unfamiliar as it was enchanting.
The realization that I was a cat had yet to dawn on me, and my mind was a blank slate, eager for adventure.
My journey began in the bewitching glow of Amsterdam's Red-Light District. Neon lights painted the night, and humans danced and laughed, beckoning me with curious expressions. I approached one group and meowed, "Who am I?" Their laughter and attempts at conversation in a foreign tongue only left me perplexed, a feline lost in translation.
“Hey bud, you enjoying yourself out here.” “I think you forgot your clothes in there” “You got a regular little buddy?”
As I continued my explorations wondering what the fuck those humans were saying, I encountered a cast of cats, each with its own peculiar quirks. Some hissed and spat, defending their turf with fervor, while others simply stared with an air of regal indifference. I couldn't help but ponder the absurdity of feline behavior, and whether I was destined to be an enigma in a world of enigmas.
Amsterdam's rivers, like liquid mirrors, reflected the mysteries of existence. I perched beside the Amstel River, contemplating its gentle flow and the secrets it concealed. I meowed profound thoughts to humans who passed by, who in turn, looked at me as if I held the answers to the universe's questions.
“What am I?” “Have I always been this… naked?” “Where’s all my hair? Am I naked bro?”
Vondelpark, a verdant oasis, hosted comic encounters with local wildlife. A squirrel, evidently disgruntled by my presence, chattered away in exasperation. I found it difficult not to chuckle, contemplating the intricate comedy of life.
“Where is your clothes dude...?” “I don’t want your naked ass near me, I already have enough nuts I gotta deal with.”
As the day wore on, I reveled in the whimsical absurdity of human life, my furry existence, and the eccentricity of the world around me. I posed questions to passersby, leaving them amused, bemused, or just slightly bewildered.
“MEOW!”
As night descended, I sought refuge in a quiet corner, ready to embrace the mysteries of sleep. Little did I know that this was merely the beginning of another day, another adventure. As I stirred from slumber, an eerie vision overcame me—a cat deity counting down from nine to eight in an ethereal chant.
The deity's image and the eerie countdown left me with an unsettling sense of foreboding. Life's enigmas remained shrouded, but I was ready to embrace each new day, each new adventure, and to find the answers to questions I hadn't yet learned to ask.