>>40912183
Back when I was a tyke (literal 4 y/o), I remember the start of a series of dreams involving a cat girl with black-bluish fur that was my age and grew with me as we aged, until she left/stopped talking to me by the time I was in my 20's. The first time, we chased each other over frozen backgrounds of photographs, jumping from photo over photo, spending time in those pocket rooms. Later on, I remember us meeting on vast dune made of bright coppery sand, an emerald blue sky, and ran together towards this huge mansion made of silver and adorned with gold. The inside was white marble, and the temperature was just perfect (even the copper sand desert was just 'warm', and in subsequent dreams, we spent time a lot of time in that mansion, exploring rooms that looked like other dreams, even went to other realms all across the zenimuth.

Eventually I fell into substance abuse, and she hadn't seen me until I was deeply fucked. Spent a week walking around with me IRL, told me how to fix shit but I was too proud and took her prescence for granted. Last dream we cuddled, told me she would likely not contact me again, but to know that she'll always be watching over me, until the time was right. And so far, no ammount of imagination, travels, meditation, even drugs - she's truly gone from this realm. More than a decade later, she's never even uttered a word back.

And I really miss her. I really do miss her and her smell of jazmin and plum.