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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