Then I got back out and walked back to where I'd been, and there was another kitten. It looked a lot like the first except that it was obviously evil in the wild way that some kittens are. I could see in it's eyes that it was going to be a difficult kitten/cat to get along with. But right then it was just a scared kitten and I knew its sibling in Wormie's pouch would miss it. So I took it back to the car and out it in the pouch with its sibling.
Next I was in my house. It may have been my old house by the creek, it was a lot like it. I heard a truck go by and thought, "That sounds like an evil truck."
When I thought the word "evil" I could feel evil, it was like evil was dripping from the word. So I went outside to see if the cats were OK. My current cat Skeeter, who I inherited from Toby, was standing there by the house, back lit, with the sunlight shining through his fur.. Then I realized that I'd left Wormie in the car. I opened the car door and there she was, lying on the seat in the momcat nursing position purring. She looked up at me really happily. I couldn't see the kittens because they were still in her pouch. But I knew they were OK and that she was happy.
That was my dream.
Here's a picture of Georgie and Wormie from long ago when we were staying at Toby's:
