Dream Journal 22

 I have a ginger and white cat. For the purpose of this blog, his name is Biscuit. I go upstairs and see that Biscuit is asleep in my doorway. But then he's also asleep on my bed; three of him. 3 of these cats aren't Biscuit; they're imposters! I need to identify Biscuit and get the others out of the house. They must have come in through the cat flap. I notice one is much more ginger than Biscuit is, and pick him up to get him out of the house. He's very heavy, much heavier than I'd expect him to be, and I struggle to lift him. I carry him downstairs. I'm now in the house I grew up in. The cat can't go out the front door, but I'm not sure why. So I'll have to unlock the back door and go through the conservatory. That's two locks to fiddle with while holding a very heavy cat. The cat nearly escapes but I manage. As he runs into the garden out of my grasp, I remember I have two cats. But what's the second one's name? Is it Gribble? I think...

 Last night I dreamt I removed some of my teeth and ate them. I cooked them into a meal. They were soft, and tasty. I loved the way that they looked as well; I found them really beautiful. Then I started to realise they wouldn't grow back, and I may have given myself a speech impediment. Everyone would think I was crazy if I told them what I'd done. I felt like I wanted to talk to someone for help but didn't know how to confess I'd eaten my own teeth. I couldn't explain why I'd done it. Did I think they'd grow back? I also had a horrible nightmare where my husband died in a fire. Not a good night for dreams.