Such dreams may come

[muckefuck]

I was visited by Monshu in my dream last night. As mollpeartree predicted months ago, it was at last free of most of the melancholy in my previous dreams. I got to tell him all about how the cat got out on Friday and gave me a scare. (It's rare that he can slip out without me noticing so I imagined him choked to death in a corner and tore apart the place trying to find him.) Because now that my husband is gone, losing the cat has become my grim obsession.

He listened patiently, as he always did (and as I fear no one else will ever do for me again). Then we addressed the elephant in the room: "What are you doing here?" He told me he didn't know how he was able to come back but that he would be able to from time to time. And that was good enough; that segment of the dream ended quietly and I moved on to some other craziness, like getting trapped in a crumbling housing project or watching Miss Cleveland demonstrate a dildo in the courtyard of his apartment building.