I was at a camp, although the people (friends? family? strangers?) were staying in an old house. Outside, I kept finding large wildcats everywhere. I tried to fend one off with something I was carrying. It followed me into the house, where there was another one.

In my mind, it was a holiday, and I heard water that I shouldn’t have heard. There wasn’t just a drip from the ceiling; water was pouring down. Yet I hesitated to call because of the holiday.

My uncle died, and the funeral or service must have been outdoors. There was an envelope that looked familiar, as though I had seen another one like it at the funeral closer of someone closer to me than my uncle. For some reason, it seemed to me it was my responsibility to open it. I did, and asked my other aunt (not the widow) if it was from her. She nodded yes. I don’t know what happened to it.

Suddenly my boyfriend (not a real one, a dream one) announced that he felt a sudden need to see “Robert” and was going to see “Robert.” (I say “Robert” like this because in the dream it never occurred to me that “Robert” is a man’s name or that he was leaving me for a man; I think we both acted like “Robert” was a woman, a former girlfriend. Where the name “Robert” comes from escapes me.) I asked him if that meant that he was just suddenly leaving me in the middle of my uncle’s funeral for no better reason than an urge to see someone he’d had a failed relationship with. Yes. He had no problems with me, but he wanted to go back to “Robert.”

I walked off toward the trees, crying and deciding never to get involved again.