Cats in Curlers
Lately, the most exciting thing going on in my life are my nightly dreams, and even those haven't been so hot. Like last night, in my dream, a cat walks by wearing curlers. It's a good look, especially for a short-haired calico, but I don't know how you would get the curlers to stay on.
Then there's the old stand-by dream of
standing in a donut shop staring at rows and rows of donuts.
I don't know what this means other than the fact that I
really like donuts. I had a variation on this theme last
week. Instead of rows of donuts, there was an
industrial-sized bakery cart filled with cakes, tarts and pies.
In my dream, the cart stood like a monolith, square in the
middle of my living room. I was mostly concerned with how I
was ever going to eat all of the baked goods before they went bad.
I never actually eat anything in my dreams. That seems
so wrong. But it could be worse. In my dreams I could
be watching episodes of "Cougartown." If that were to happen,
I'm sure I'd wake in a cold sweat, and I don't know if I'd be able
to get back to sleep. Worse yet, I suppose I could find
myself sitting in the chair of a beauty parlor with a calico cat
trying to put curlers in my hair.
Cats in curlers, donuts and cakes. What do these things have
in common? Maybe if I tune in to LOST next week, I'll make the
connection.
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