Last night, though Marina woke me up 20 times, I still managed to have a number of nonsensical dreams.
One of the more vivid ones was this:
I had a delicious Dunkin Donuts Boston Creme doughnut sitting in the brown Dunkin bag on my coffee table, waiting to be consumed. As usual, I went around the house accomplishing tasks, waiting for the right time to savor the scrumptious treat. When I finally decided to eat it, the brown bag was empty. I panicked and looked around. There it was: on the floor, torn up in pieces, covered in cat hair. Fat Linda sat a few feet away looking quite guilty.
Immediately I was filled with rage. I chased her around the house and tried to kick her while her sausage body tried to elude me. I decided then and there we were going to get rid of her and give her to someone who is considering a strict diet.
Then I woke up this morning and pondered the dream. Her offense was a serious one. A Boston Creme doughnut is a treasure, but I'm surprised at my actions. If this happened in real life, I would never have given her away! I would have beaten her to death...
Can't no one put my doughnut on the floor (and definitely not put their fat cat mouths all over it!) So let this be a lesson...
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