rude awakening

I was on a balcony and I saw my cat, Emma, in the crepe myrtle and there was a big snake, yellow with brown specks with a brownish head reaching out to bite her. I could see the intent in the snake's eyes as it opened wide it's mouth stretching out towards the cat. I tried yelling at the snake and at Emma but they ignored me so I reached out and grabbed one of the trunks and shook it and the cat and snake were gone. I looked down and saw Emma on the ground. I thought she didn't get bit. Next I'm picking her up and she has two big lumps which erupt and blood starts streaming out. I run into the house to change clothes (I'm in pajamas which I never wear). I start rummaging through my dresser, three huge drawers or a huge suit case with three big zipper compartments. I have to close each zipper before I can open the next. I can't find any of my clothes although the drawers or compartments are full. I keep asking how my g'kids clothes or Marc's clothes got in my drawers. I'm throwing clothes out frantic because it is taking so much time and finally find a top and some shorts and change. Next I am in the car going to take the cat to a vet. One of my g'girls is driving and I'm a bit nervous because she has to make two left turns in traffic. The vet is just down the block. It's a small white house set far back on a big lawn. I hope she is there and the gate is open and lights are on. But the second gate or door is closed and I'm having trouble with it. Next the door is opening and the vet is calling me by name to come in. She remembers me from my previous visits. It's Amy, (one of my gallery owners) We sit at a long table, there are lots of people, all women I think, sitting along it. She pours us a glass of wine and a small liqueur. She gets out a ledger and starts writing in it. I tell her that Blackie (a cat I had long ago) is dead and so is the other one (another cat I had had). Just then another cat has jumped onto the table and Emma is rubbing faces with him. This just astounds me as Emma does not play well with others, does not like other cats. Eventually I manage to tell the vet/Amy that Emma was snake bit though she seems fine. Amy picks her up and looks at her and wants to know what the snake looked like, how big. The woman sitting next to me gets up and brings back some cracker things. I look back at the table and it is covered with treats, small pastries and fruit cups, mostly berries and puddings or sauces. It's turned into a sort of bacchanal. Everyone is festive and eating and drinking. I pick up a small plate of crackers and take a few and pass it on and someone hands me a small glass with some sort of fruity sauce in it. I looked down to the end of the table and the woman sitting there has a footed cake plate piled high with berries and puddings in small paper cups and she picks up several at a time and puts them in her mouth, paper and all. I'm a little shocked by this and ask someone if she's eating the paper. Someone replies that it's not paper but sugar. I'm looking around for my wine glass and when I start to pick it up Amy pours me more until the glass is overflowing. I start to think that this is all just a little weird and look around for the cat so I can leave. Next I am outside and the house is in the background and I'm talking to someone but don't remember what they are saying about where I just came from. It's gets fuzzy here because the cat is in the bedroom and meowing meowing loudly waking me up. She's very insistent and I am resisting trying to continue/remember the dream. She won't let up until I am awake and then runs out of the room. 


I stumbled out of the bedroom and asked Marc what's up with the cat. She didn't want out, didn't want to be fed. “She just wants you up as nearly as I can tell” he says to me. Now that I'm up, she's laying on the floor sleeping.