My dream, and a best guess as to what caused it...
I know, it's dull as dishwater to hear about someone else's dream, but if you'd like to give this one an 'eye listen'...
This morning I was being dive bombed by little bitty piper cub airplanes with little ... non-exploding bombs that hurt but didn't explode ... thud, thud, thud, thud ... whatever that is. I finally awoke enough to realize I was in bed, and Cassy had accidently closed the door so he was trapped in the bedroom with me, so he was racing around the room (looking for a way out?) and when that big squishy speedbump in the bed got in the way each lap ... thud, thud, thud, thud ... he would just run it down. I've never known him to be so hyper, but then he usually has free reign/free run of the house. His normal morning routine is to cuddle with me in bed, so ... thud, thud, thud, thud ... why being closed in the bedroom was such a big deal to him is a mystery. Hmmm, much of dealing with cats is a mystery to me, so what's one more? I do rather resent being a speed bump in his racetrack, but am trying to be understanding about it. ...thud, thud, thud, thud ... Come to think of it, the itty bitty piper cubs were rather fuzzy, too.
Have any of you awaken to find your dreams were influenced by one or more of your fur-babies?