much like the milkman, i too had a dream. so i was in some house in what was believed to be indiana. i didnt know anybody there...but apparently i knew the cat fairly well. or maybe we had just established a relationship over the course of making dinner. he was guiding me through what to do and i was just going with the flow. it seemed a bit odd to me though because he was telling me to boil cinnamon for the crackers. yeah, i know...odd, right? boiling cinnamon for crackers? he seemed pretty sure about it though.
anyways, at some point i wanted to pick him up to check on the food or whatever. as i do a woman yells not to pick up the cat. she kinda startled me and the way she said it made me pretty sure that i didnt want to pick him up. so i dropped him. he lands on the floor and claws come out of his paws. not the normal type of claws though. these were more like the blade style claws that wolverine has in some comics.
*things that i dont recall happen* and the cat almost falls into my lap. i tried to move out of the way and at the same time push him, but being careful not to let his wolverclaws get me. then i woke up.
my first and only thought was, "why were his claws so long?"
hours later while out walking around it hit me that of all the things in that dream, his claws were the only thing i questioned. i dont know how i should feel about that.
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