After what was a strange and weird day yesterday here are last night’s dream vignettes. I have a feeling there may be more weirdness to come today. I could be wrong.

The first dream starts in some kind of new age clinic or spa. I am laid out on a massage table. The room is white and I am wearing a smallish white towel around my midriff. There is a smell of something incense like, more modern and chemical than incense. There is a large young plump woman standing over me. She is wearing trousers and tunic, reminiscent of a nurse uniform. Her hair is up in bun. I am laid face down.

She is doing some energetic healing work on me which is like reiki but not reiki. She is talking her time and her hands are a few inches above my body. She works from feet to skull and back again. I know that she is of a Southerly persuasion. The dream fades.

I see a large black and white eagle from the side. It is perched on a rock overlooking a valley below. The eagle lifts off and I become one with the eagle. I am the eagle. I swoop down over the fields and see sheep grazing in dry stone walled fields. I fly along a small river and swoop back up towards the crag. It feels like the lake district. The sky is grey and ominous. I soar around the top of a craggy mountain. The sensation of joy in flight is magnificent. I hear the wind with my sensitive ears. The sensation is marked. The dream fades.

I am now at the edge of a verdant clearing. On one side is farmland, the other jungle. It is very tropical and I am a South American jaguar. My spotted coat is in good condition and I move lithely along the edge of the jungle. I am not afraid of the nearby villagers whom I can hear. I go down to a small brook to drink. I sniff the air and then head back into the jungle. Dream fades.

I am asleep in an upstairs room of a small house. The window is open and daylight streams in. I wake and stretch. A small grey cat appears on the windowsill. She jumps down on the bed and nuzzles me. She goes back to the windowsill and is joined by a much larger cat who is white and with different coloured spots. The grey cat jumps on the bed. The other cat watches. It jumps down onto the edge of the bed. I lightly shoo it.

We all go downstairs. The room downstairs has earthenware tiles on the floor. It is cool and the back door to the house is open. The grey cat and the white cat are over by the hearth. Another very large cat appears at the door. It does not come in. The two cats leave with it. I imagine that they are going out to play. I hear a kerfuffle and go out to investigate.

The two large cats are pulling the grey cat between them. It is like tug of war. They each have a good bite on the cat. I shout at them. They ignore me and the grey cat snaps in half. I go to pick the cat up. I have one half but the third cat is guarding its half. I know that this cat is wild and unpredictable. I have a glove on my hand and reach out to pick up the other half of the grey cat. The cat hisses. I retrieve the half cat and will show the dead cat to the wife before burying it. The tug of war takes place in a garden reminiscent of one of the houses we visited.

In the dream I know that this is a warning about being ripped apart by forces bigger than me. They are to do with temporal matters. The cat is similar to our cat Bowie but it is not her. Dream fades.

I am now waiting in a villa. A young woman is with me she is stretched out on an armchair. She is very relaxed. She says that this villa will be good for small scale team development work. I agree with her. Someone comes to fetch us. We are taken to a “boardroom” style room with a meeting table. I am there to act as expert advice. Because people are wearing maroon and mustard clothes around the table it is obviously a French meeting. The chair, a man with white hair, rimless spectacles, and maroon corduroy trousers ushers me to sit at the other end of the table from him.

Dream ends.

On waking I am struck that although these segments are varied, they are interconnected.