Monday, August 23, 2010
I'm not a burglar
I do have strange dreams - picture this, I'm in my dressing gown in a house in New York. I've broken into the house as I need somewhere to stay with two other people (one of whom is a friend's daughter, and is about 10 years old instead of her actual 15). And my cat Toby (who has in fact been dead around 15 years).
I'm in the kitchen looking for something to eat when the owners of the house come in. "I'm not a burglar, this is a banana". I say, holding up the banana. The owners have children, four boys I can tell from their family photographs, but they are older and the children left home.
The family are understanding, and wait while I go and get things packed so we can leave. We need to find a vet though. The cat needs to be treated.
The whole story is very vivid and I can picture the people, the cat, the banana... I guess it's no wonder I wake up so tired!