I've had one of those more bizarre dreams which confuses me more than tells me something about myself1. I was digging in the basement of my house (in real life, I do not have a basement. The dream basement appeared to be 8ft high and I could not see where the walls began in the darkness). I was down there with several other people when the cats attacked. They looked exactly like my own cat except that they floated, some were wreathed in blue flames instead of ginger fur and they all breathed fire. Understandably the group and I was quite perturbed by this and ran upstairs, losing some people along the way. We slam the fire resistant door shut and I throw myself against it, noting the door is getting warmer and we've got about 15 minutes. I also listen to the thrumming beyond and sneak a quick peek and find there are 14 of them outside.
I tell two of the other three still left alive to put the stoves on and get out of here whilst I keep the door shut, but they put the stove on and light it to begin cooking. Dream-me is at this point screaming at them for being such colossal idiots, that we're all going to die for no reason when at least some of us could survive. Then we see the real cat (not breathing fire) huddling terrified in one corner and I open the fire door and jam my hand through the eye socket of the fire demon cat thing screaming right back at me. It looks surprised and astonishingly does not die even as it is wedged between the door with my hand digging through it. One of the people cooking on the stove hands me something when I ask for something to kill it with, instead of a knife they give me a fork but the fork does the job. This spurns a sudden bout of competency amongst my dream compatriots and with sharpened shovels, spades, one longsword, meat cleavers and in one instance hand, set about beheading all the fire cats.
One of the weirdest things, so weird that it did not even make sense to me operating under dream logic was that the fire cats did not bleed. Most when beheaded (and they were beheaded far too easily, like breaking a cabbage) left behind brittle bones and flaking dry flesh flecked with red splotches of blood, as if it had been left to dry in the sun for months and not just been a part of a fire-breathing flying cat demon moments ago. We all congratulated ourselves as we move room to room killing the cat demons, happy that we hadn't killed the real cat (amusingly the last firecat killed was playfully attacked by the real cat and playfully responded back with a little flames, showing its true colours). That last cat is also highly unusual because when beheaded its inside turned out to be sticks of celery.
There were also two black kittens and one black cat with us that did not set us on fire. We did not have the heart to kill them when they could be real cats so I made the point that if they're real then we've just beheaded normal cats and if they're demonic fire cats then we can raise them and have demonic fire cats on our side. Then we slammed the basement door shut and went back upstairs to grab the cooking amidst a charred house littered with dry body parts and macabre cat heads sticking out of sticks of celery like heads on green spikes. It seems the fires they set died out when they too died out.
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