Yeah so, I would of started this earlier but i am so failing at figuring out how to draw a birds-eye view of a cat in the water with an otter pup...So I had to post it now without a cool tn, because I need to make another. So here we go, the happy dream srp, I Am, a awesome Flurry srp of her strange dreams :) She was floating. This dream was strange. She had never seen this part of the dreamscape. Who cared? She was floating. Floating on the water, though it felt like the air. This dream was strange. She had never felt like this before. Why worry? She was floating. Floating through magic and fun. Like a memory but not. This dream was strange. Strange, but good. A little creature bonked into her. An otter. She picked up the little otter pup. She could protect it. It was her dream, after all. And what a good dream it was. She was floating. Was she dead? No. This wasn't the afterl!fe. At least, not where she was. To one side of her, she noted her friends. She could join them, play with the otter together... No. Not now, She could wait. So could they. For now, she could enjoy this. Farther in the pond were cats she had never seen. Future friends. She could join them, meet them, be friends. No. Not yet. And farthest from any of them, a group of cats sat, hard to see. She didn't know them either. They were past friends. She never saw or met them. They were gone too soon for that. Poor them. Flurry thought. Then she wondered how she knew. How? How could she know about them? Oh well... The more she thought about it, the less she knew. The more she thought, the more she wanted to just... Wait. Ignore the question. Enjoy the place. This was a strange dream. Why did that matter though? It made her feel perfect. She was a part of the waves and world. Nature and sky. I am. She thought. I am happy. I have friends. I am powerful. I am a good cat. I am perfect. I am me. That was all she needed to be, It was all she needed to be at that moment. And at any. Even when the dream faded away she felt it. The happiness. The feeling of floating. The pure feeling of nature and friends all around you. When you know you aren't alone.
