Climbing Cat in the Crow Tree (night of 9/3/2025)

I am walking along the Old Shoreham Road in Hove, away from the petrol station I used to work in . The road strongly resembles it's waking life counterpart, with no obvious dream-elements.                                      A man speaking loudly to me. Business suit. A car.  Then the man is gone - more an image than anything else. The man speaking to me seems more an intrusion than anything else.                                               My eyes are drawn to a tree on the right hand side of the road, lining the edge of the Goldstone retail park. I see a cat high up in the branches of the trees, walking along the wintry branches that seem as thin as twigs. Will the cat be okay, I think? Will I have to get involved and rescue the cat? It strikes me that cats have no terminal velocity and will be okay. I see the cat walking on the branches lower down, along to the ends.                                                                                There are also two crows in the tree, on lower branches than the cat. Both the crows and the cat are pitch black silhouettes