I already wrote about two of my strange evenings. I have had a couple more, but did not write about them. This evening was by far the most disturbing, at least for me, personally, because it reminded me of one of my earliest encounters with Nightmare Ron that dredged up the most painful memory I have. Everyone says it is not Nightmare Ron behind this, including Natasha and Eilonwy. They tell me the parallels are either misdirection (someone or something wants me to focus on Nightmare Ron) or my mind making connections that really are not there.

Nightmare Ron plucked the single-worst memory I have, or at least that I actually know of. This experience was no different, except neither Nightmare Ron nor the little boy that was there when it actually happened were there this time. I was at my desk putting UTM grids on some maps when I looked up I was in that old bombed out building.

I began to panic. Where is that boy? I frantically searched for him, over turning burnt up file cabinets and the rubble of the destroyed building. "Where are you?!" I was shouting over the sounds of artillery, air strikes, machineguns, small arms fire, and rocket propelled grenades blasting outside. I stumbled and doubled over, throwing an arm out to a partial wall still standing and started dry heaving. Then the wretching turned into vomitting frothy, bright pink blood, and little chunks of white biomass. The acids from my stomach were buring in my throat and would not stop. My eyes were watery and all my senses started to fade to grey, everything became partially numb.

Then I realised that I did not have my gun. I looked around and as I was scanning the room I noticed the bright blinding light coming through the window. The sounds of the war raging outside were subdued and I would have felt calm if there was not some unseen force twisting me up tight like as if wringing out a rag.

My body started shivering and I felt really cold, and I was sweating profusely. I sat down to meditate. I calmed my breathing down and after a few minutes I opened my eyes. There was a large ghostly apparition just centimeters from my eyeballs. It was a huge ghostly cat's face peering directly into my eyes. I closed my eyes quickly. When I opened them again, I was at my desk as if nothing had happened at all. I had no idea the time or reality I was in. I made a few phone calls but how could I really be sure?

I remember dym being fond of the saying about eyes and souls or something like that. Natasha says he is picking through my brain looking for something (when he flips through my head like a rolodex, my perception of reality gets jacked up which is why my experiences are not unlike trips on hallucinogenics. Which is inline but not directly to what Eilonwy has been suggesting to me. The common element in all this is that cat.

I know something or have experienced something that someone or something else wants. That is what everyone is telling me.

And the more I think about it, the foggier things get. It is really wearing me down.

If Natasha is correct and dym is behind this, then that cat is a minion. Or a distraction.

If Eilonwy is correct then the cat is some kind of demon, likely with a human minion - perhaps the human minion in the form of a cat.

If neither are correct then the possibiliities are endless.

Mr. Kolya, you might try to meditate and focus on the cat and see if you can't conect with it when you are the one in controll. I have seen Mr. Greydawn do it not sure how but he seems to be able to view his dreams from a third person perspective and trace his nightmares back to their source when he thinks they are not natural.

Haha Ron.

Thanks Soph.

So we shouldn't trust anything we don't have a working relationship with?

Guess that leaves alot of people out of the equation on the trust issue.

He said animal.

Such as Mr Fluffers.

Aren't humans animals by definition?

I don't think that has a definitive answer.

And I am fairly certain Ron was talking about animals like Mr Fluffers.

I know was just giving him a hard time.

You mean "You can't always trust a cat."???

Nope can't trust a cat unless you have a dog to keep it in line.

You can never trust a cat.

dogs are dumber than cats, anyway.

In general.

I'll take a dog on operations any time.

Neither has ever been a problem for me..... (yet?).