KG’s Dream of Two Men and Kittens

I wonder if the following dream from this morning relates to the last few minutes of our last session, specifically this:

Them: It’s getting real, bite your fingers. I am, I’m real, what am I gonna look like?

Me: Are you going to take a physical form? Um, you can be whatever you what. You’ll frighten people less if you look pleasant or beautiful, like a handsome or beautiful person, or a cute animal.

I am asleep and I wake up and notice two strange things. First, Mardi from CO is on the other side of the bed as though she’s sleeping over. Second, two small objects are hovering above the bed, an S-hook and a little power adapter for plugging in a small device like a cell phone (later I have the impression that whatever it was that levitated the items couldn’t manage anything heavier). I also hear a weird conversation and odd, kind of musical noises, but I can’t make sense of it. “Just ignore it,” Mardi whispers, and I try to read a book instead. But I’m super annoyed and angry at this thing that thinks it can just come in here and do that. Also, the noise is agitating. I smack the hovering things away and start shouting at the presence that’s causing it, telling it that it has no right to be here and it needs to go away. It doesn’t, and soon two … men? … come crawling out from under the bed. They are dressed in dirty brown clothes, sort of like sleeveless patchwork tunics in varying shades of brown. I can’t tell if they’re dirty or if they have paint on their skin. They look like they’ve been living in the woods. The only distinguishing features I can remember is that they were white, had dark hair, seemed maybe in their 40s, and didn’t have facial hair. They are constantly talking but not looking at me (or perhaps I’m avoiding their gaze?) and I can’t tell if they’re talking to me, or just in general. I am alarmed and note that my telling them to go away didn’t work. One of them comments that he will be under my bed often. At this, I decide to banish them. First, I tell them to go away in the name of Jesus Christ thinking that this often works on spirits, but the issue is that I don’t particular feel a deep connection to Jesus, so nothing happens. Then I invoke Mother Mary, since I have more of an affinity towards her. At this, the men are suddenly tabby kittens with rich brown fur in the same shades as the men’s clothing. The kittens sit still as I admonish them, with expressions on their faces that they aren’t sure what’s happening but they don’t really like it.