A door is not always a gate, sometimes it is a well, dream

Small painted envelope I made after I wrote a text on some of my own dreams:
Envelope mailed to Lisa Perez in the USA

Dreams that occurred to me at dawn: 

One of my cats changing into a rabbit and firing a tail of fur from his back.

Second cat changing into a tiny small piglet, disappearing in the walls of my study.

A little boy that looked like me when I was young, begging for an escape route, I had to move my bed and he disappeared into the wall, thanking me for acting on his request.

Someone lying beside me in the bed and stroking my hair, calming me and I was confused: was she a lover or a mother or both?

The shadow of an indetermined animal running to the garden when I was in pain on the loo.

Opening a door to find a well, opening a window to find something I do not remember now but that was definitely not a window view!