What will happen to the cat?

Forty-one years ago I moved into what is still my home, and had, that first night, an inexplicable dream--that dictatorship had come to the U.S., and helicopters were flying overhead, carrying people to be "disappeared" by being (alive or dead) dropped at sea. It made no sense to me. I had never had a dream anything like that. And I've never forgotten it, obviously. Then, a week before the 2025 inauguration, I had another dream. In this one, "they" had come to my door, to take me. I was caught unprepared--what would be the best thing to take? A coat to stay warm? Anything I had that could be used to bribe someone? My purse, my passport, toothbrush and hair brush? But then I thought, "What will happen to the cat? Who will feed the cat? Who will take care of the cat. I can't bring him. What will happen to the cat?" I wakened once again profoundly disturbed and uneasy.

Relevant context: Forty-one years after the first dream, this dream seems much closer to something that might actually be coming. And it did feel to me connected to that much earlier dream, which had so perplexed me. Things like that did not happen here, I felt then. I am not a person who would expect to be the first to be targeted for any mass arrests. Nor am I a person entirely invisible. In the past, I've had dreams that were clearly psychic--though I never know which are in advance, until reality tells me they were. I thank you for starting this website.

-Anonymous

Dream occurred 1/14/2025