In the Court of Pharoh

I don't like telling other people my dreams, since you know, it's do as you would be done by, and other people's dreams bore me to tears. But I'm going to tell you last nights dream, because listening to me virtually is completely optional.



So anyway, I was in the sun-room of an old Hobart style house. There were lots of people including Eedy from Desperate Housewives (the evil blonde woman). The room was also full of cats of all different sizes and piles of bean bags. The kittens were scrambling between the bean bags and the people were jumping on the bean bags.

I yelled "Stop jumping, everybody! You'll crush the cats."

Then Eedy self-righteously made me get up from the bean bag I was sitting on, and lifted it up. There lay a mangled, half squashed, half alive little cat who looked a bit like Possum. I felt shame.

Later on, in another room, Eedy walked up to me carrying the dead, damaged and bloody cat by the tail.

"Don't bring that near me!" I said.

She ignored me and hit me on the collar bone with the carcass. I could feel the clamminess.