Kitten is dreaming of clouds and flying and lots of laughter, when she hears a noise outside of the dreamlands. What an irritating noise she thinks, but the bed is so warm and comfy and how can you resist flying in the dreamlands with Dragon? The noise gets more distinct till she can make out words. It’s Astrid mumbling a good morning as she gets out of bed to take a shower. Ah, time to get up. But, I don’t want to wake up. Sometimes the dreamlands are so much more exciting than the human world. Flying, adventuring, exploring and access to anywhere in time and space, there are no limits in the dreamlands. But, Astrid wanted to live in physical form again and to be bound by the limits of the physical world and to be challenged by the experience called Life. Kitten almost didn’t join her this time, but she knew that not being with Astrid through a life time would be bad for both of them.
She worried about her though (okay, when didn’t she worry about her?) Astrid had learned and grown so much in the last lifetime that she couldn’t just give in and be like everyone else in this lifetime. She just wasn’t fitting in and felt lonely.
Kitten tried her hardest to enrich and nourish her soul, but sometimes you needed someone in human form to understand you also, rather than just your soul pet.
She remembered a moment back when Astrid was a little girl in school. She was so sweet and beautiful, blonde hair down to her waist, a perfect face like an angel and those beautiful aqua eyes of a dreamer. Astrid was so smart and everyone would go to her for help on their homework.
“Astrid, can you explain what this means to me?”
“How do you work out this problem?”
“Can you read this for me and help me word it better?”
Over and over people would ask for help all wanting something and pretending to be her friend. Till one day, Astrid actually believed that they all liked her. On Valentine ’s Day, Astrid saved up all her money and bought all her friends flowers. Each period, they would go around and give them out to the students. Everyone would receive theirs, Astrid would watch the guy come into the room, so excited, so shy, thinking her friends got her a flower. But, each time she was not called. I watched her sitting at her desk and while everyone else displayed their white carnations she had none. She would be smiling on the outside and pretending it didn’t matter, but insider her soul was crying. I was curled up inside her soul and over and over again I could feel her pain as she was shown that she was all alone and all those people pretended they were her friends just so they could use her. That she really wasn’t a person that people want for a friend.
I growled at everyone and hissed at the other kids soul pets. But, it didn’t help. That night I curled into her soul as she cried herself to sleep. It made me sad that no one realizes what a beautiful soul she is and how worthy she is of being loved.
As time went on, the two of us have had grand adventures together, flying above the sky in a hot air balloon while drinking tea and eating scones.
