A month ago my cat was hit by a car. I found her body and it was all very traumatic. She was grey and black striped with a little brown patch on her belly and a pink bell collar. For two week I just cried myself to sleep and didn't dream anything.

For the next week I seemed fine, all better almost even though I miss her dearly. But during that week I started to notice weird things about myself, like I have deja vu so vivid I can tell my husband exactly what he was about to say. I know what color the popsicle will be before opening it, I know when the phone is about to ring and who it will be, etc.

On Monday I told my husband, "I keep having this feeling that my dad is here, at the front door" and literally 15 minute later the door bell rings and it's my dad stopping by unexpectedly.

But here's the dream part. Starting on that same Monday I have been having these vivid complex story driven dreams, like adventure movie plots. One was about a lost tribe in the jungle I discovered and a flying pirate ship, another was about our plane crashing in the Himalayas and our desperate attempt to survive and escape. I have several dreams a night.

But every single night no matter what I am dreaming there is this part where I look down and there is Isys, my deceased cat. She jumps up and as my eyes follow her up I realize I am in my living room, no matter where I was before, frozen tundra or flying pirate ship.

She is jumping up onto the tv where she used to sleep in the winter. The sound of her feet hitting the top of the tv makes a thud and I dream that I am suddenly awakened by the noise. Sitting up in my bed, I see Isys is walk into the moon lit room toward the dresser where I keep the cat food. As she walks everything slows down and in one slow, graceful step, she turns into this beautiful woman.

Tall, thin with this long jet black hair and dark skin and in this silky blue dress. And as she does this, she gives me this look.

It's so hard to describe everything the look says but everything freezes, time stands still.

She looks like she has a secret, something that amuses her and I can't tell if that's good or bad. I desperately try to ask her questions like, was her life with us was good, was she happy with us, if she's ok now, if she suffered long... But I just can't. I sit there and say nothing. I just watch her finish her long graceful step towards the dresser, muted by the deep blackness in her eyes and confused by the smile. And then I wake up. But always as I'm opening my eyes, I think I see the cat on the bed, sitting up, looking at me, and when my eyes are fully open there is nothing there.

Monday when these two things started, the clearer foresight and her appearance in my dreams was exactly 1 Month to the day after she died and I didn't even realize this until today, Thursday. I just think they are all some how connected. Wednesday night I didn't sleep at all. I have now been awake for over 24hrs and I still can't sleep.

God, I know this all makes me sound crazy...I don't know maybe I am.

I just thought it couldn't hurt to post is all here and see if anyone can help put the pieces together.

Thanks.