Remembering & Trying to make sense of dreams...

Way to many clutter of dreams to remember them all clearly

But the one last sequence dream I do remember is the following.

1. Upstairs in same home spent most of adolescents in.

2. In this home, me and my sister had adjacent rooms, they were more like 'attic rooms', I say that cause later on, when older, realized our rooms use to be attics, but remodeled into rooms, anyways started off in sisters old room, where the walls were painted pink (in real life, not so much in this dream, the walls weren't even noticed or sloped ceiling)

3. 'crowd' was in sisters room, I mixture of adults, and some of my childhood friends, and the Flintstones, like Fred's wife or something.

4. In this dream, I guess I was a cop, or had connections to the law, but other person in dream wasn't, in fact they were into the underworld and about to make some kind of drug deal or something, well somehow I got 'tip' of this and felt it was my duty to warn them that certain people there at rondivue were undercover, so I led this person into other room, my room, where it was pitch black, and I told them what I knew and that they were not to tell anyone.

In this dream, this person felt like either my brother, or best friend that I considered a brother, and in dream, when telling them this info in the dark, I felt my character more resembled 'Robert Deniro' the actor, so while whispering in this persons ear in the dark we were both older, like characters out of a Martin Scorossee movie or something.

5. And that was that, I told them to be weary, and to make smart decision based on what I told them.

6. Then remember just being there in the dark alone, stretched out..(that was me laying down in bed in real life, I understood that once I woke up).
Then remember saying 'Are you still there?'...it felt so lonely, then remember that mild hood friend or something 'Skinner' was their nickname, it was like Skinner, a red headed classmate I grew up with, and Betty, Fred's wife on the Flinstones, both kind of saying how.

'Well, in the news looks like that rondavou spot has been found out and possibly moved to Mexico where they don't have 'something', can't remember what was said.

And I remember thinking, 'crap', it's already leaked out into the media, and then 'leaks' became the issue I heard Skinner and Betty talking about, how everyone leaks stuff now days.

7. I then worked way downstairs, it was still dark out, night time, I worked way through kitchen and towards back dining room with glass sliding door (still in real life home grew up in).
And there was 'the' cat, alone in the dark, but so content, even though it, as in mood, felt so lonely, yet cat was content and did not complain but wanted out, you know like how cats walk between your legs when they want you to open door to let them out.

I felt bad for the cat, cause I felt like it had been neglected and wondered if anyone had even put food in dish, but still let it out, and on steps was another cat that looked similar on the waiting to be let in.

One out, one in, I guess, I don't know, I woke up right after that, laying in same position I was dreaming I was laying in while in old dark room.

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That cat, in dream you could tell it was not neglected, it looked very healthy, nice set of hair and all, like one of those grey stripped tiger looking cats..tabee?

But none the less I felt it was neglected as far as affection goes cause it was downstairs in such a dark lonely spot...and I wanted the cat to know it was 'loved', at least by me.