I had this dream the other night that I was at this hotel in the country somewhere (kind of like in Dirty Dancing) and my parents were there, and we were looking out the front windows (into the back yard, ironically) and we saw this little yellow house cat hissing up a storm. So we look over the hill to see what it's hissing at, and sure enough, here comes this HUGE lioness. And so everyone runs indoors and locks up all the windows (which was really panic-inducing, because none of them would shut easily) and the lioness was eating a bear or something, and that little old housecat was still out there, hissing its little head off.
And all I could think was how much I wanted to go out and save the cat.
Then I was running through a parking lot with Hugh Jackman, who had lost one of his little old lady slippers. But we had to get there (wherever that was) because we were late, so we never went back for the slipper.
Subliminal stress, anyone?
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