Foxy is my pet cat I an privilaged to car for in waking life, in the begining of this dream Foxy my silver tabby cat is in the cardboard box, that i am carrying as i walk through a grassy park, streets in the city of ottawa canada. The place location is around the bay of Britannia.

Walking all day, by dusk we stop at a two story house. Foxy somehow gets away from me and out of the box. Inside the box I now notice white papers, it reminded me of personal papers, history.

More concerned about Foxy. I call for Fox. Mentally scaning, We locate each other, seeing him under the corner of a white and blue house. "Foxy" I call out to him. Foxy answers and reaches for me with his paw. I help him out from under the house. We move on to staying in a fully furnished room, view of the street below and flowers in window planters.

Looking out the window, now night. The air is a dark gray black, moon high above in the sky. It felt like a dream I was looking into, painting almost.

EOD.

dl.