Odd.

I had an honest-to-goodness nightmare the other night. I rarely have those, at least that I remember. I had been in a house, though it wasn't my house or even the one I was staying at. I remember that I and some other people were trying to do something to fix the place up, but whether that was find something there or clean it out or fix something about the structure, I can't recall at all. I do remember being very tired and finally going to sleep, and the bed I was sleeping in in my dream was very like the bed I was actually in. I remember, in my dream, drifting in and out of consciousness, finally waking to find someone standing over me... a tall, thin, vaguely artificial person. I couldn't see colors... it was all in nighttime vision of shades of blues and blacks and whites, but I know that her hair was blonde or white, and it was all up in a bun, with a sort of tiara on her head. She was made up not unlike a doll, and as I woke up further, I could see that her limbs were all stiff. Her face was expressionless with great dark eyes. She turned and sort of sat down on the bed, rolling onto her back, her legs in a V up in the air, like an old Barbie doll's would be, her arms at her sides. She started to lower her legs down and she turned her head to look at me. I was terrified.

I woke up then, my arm hitting the bed where she was in my dream. I was apparently moved enough to push at her to try to get her away from me, only naturally there was nothing there.

I didn't go back to sleep for a while after that. Funny how strange dreams can be.

House-sitting.

So right now, I'm house/cat/dog sitting for Matt and Heather. I've managed to beat back the sense of chaos to a dull roar after a few days, so that's hepful. Isis has been living in the bathroom next to the basement stairs by her own choice, staying back behind the toilet in there. It wouldn't be my choice for a refuge, but then I'm not a cat. She seems to be slightly more at ease with the situation, though... today she wandered into the kitchen for a bit before becoming Angry Ghost Cat again and decamping to the bathroom. I figure she'll come to terms with me as the agent of change in her world roughly two hours before Matt and Heather return. :)

The dogs are well -- Leo and Rosie seem to be getting to know one another. They're always sniffing at one another in various ways, are often together (usually by Leo's choosing), and have started putting their paws against each other. Doggie relationships are so complicated -- I'm so glad they're both fixed, or that Rosie's fixed at the very least. Seriously. Sephi largely ignores both of them except when she spends some time sniffing over Rosie. They all will mob me now for attention and petting -- this is fine for the most part, except that Leo's never got his mouth closed and any attention gets him more excited and jumpy, not less, which means that the doggie saliva flies thick and fast around the area if petting begins. I'm fond of him, but... ew.

I'm doing my bit to earn my keep through cleaning -- the past few weeks have been really hectic for everyone in the household. I need to weed the flowerbeds, but honestly the weather has not been cooperating. It's rained today, though. Perhaps tomorrow I'll be able to focus on it. For today I've done laundry and dishes and I should vacuum again before bed, and care for dogs, and do work hither and yon as needed. Not bad, over all. Hopefully I'll get a bit more done before Heather and Matt get back. I'd like for them to be able to tell I did something. :)