Monday, November 07, 2016
Not a Dream Journal
I dreamed I was staying in some weird B&B where the only coffee cups they had were very old, used styrofoam cups, all bent and curled, coffee-stained. I declined, and the host person was mystified as to why--she said something like, "But most of them were only used by people related to you!" Theo was there, meeting other cats for the first time, batting at them adorably with his paws. Then Zoë was driving a car, fast in a parking garage, with me as a passenger. I took over so she could go "play a concert." I had to drive around picking a bunch of people up, fast, so we'd make it to the concert in time to hear Zoë. We were running late when I woke up.