my dream last night was so weird. i can only remember pieces of it. first, we were living in this huge, old, deserted ballroom with luscious thick red carpet and drapes and all the furniture (scores of empty tables and elegant chairs) were gold filigree. but it was cold and dark and weird. we just sort of kept to one end of the ballroom with our sleeping bags and propane stoves.

i had somehow managed to fundraise by offering to hold a fancy dance in the ballroom and the dance was all over and i was tallying up my profits, and my mom demanded a cut (even though she hadn't really done anything) and i was really mad at her and resentfully handed over the lion's share of the money and she left with her boyfriend.

and my daughter, all through the dream, kept choking on everything she tried to eat. (this isn't that far from the truth, my daughter DOES gag and choke a lot, which makes me crazy!)

and finally, our cat was wandering around all SLICED UP, like a loaf of bread, only not cut all the way through to the bottom, so that every time he jumped or walked the slices would spread apart and you could see the gooey pink and red of blood and flesh and the severed sections of spine. it freaked me out and i kept insisting we had to take him to the vet but no one else seemed worried and my husband told me we didn't have money for it anyway. and people were still holding the cat and petting the cat even though he was so injured. their hands were all covered in blood and ick and they didn't even care.