Last night’s dream was short but weird. In fact, it was so weird that I wish it had been longer.
I was cleaning the living room when I came across a scrap of paper that had been left under the couch. I looked at the scrap and I discovered it was a note from our cat, Doc, informing me that he had run away to Switzerland and he had joined the International Union of Feline Socialists. The note ended with:
Death Upon the Insect That Feeds On The People,
I took the note to my sister, Erin. She read it. I pointed out that the note made no sense because Doc was a cat so why would he care about the insect that feeds on the people. Erin nodded and then said, “Well … let’s go got him.”
And, tragically, that’s where I woke up! I so wish I hadn’t. I would have loved to gone to Switzerland!