I had a nightmare last night the first in a very long time. I was living in a Victorian house a house I’ve dreamed of on and off for the past few years. The windows were very high. I woke in my dreamstate to a storm and my cat who has been dead for 24 years was lying outside on the windowsill with a terrible growling mean face and streaks of rust in her fur. She was the size of a beaver huge snarling and very dead. I cried out to either my son or my ex-husband both of whom were there. My son comforted me and my ex-husband went outside to grab the cat and snap her neck.