Janet Miles

So I was dreaming that I was in a line somewhere, I thought it was a grocery store but maybe not, and there was a kitten on the conveyor belt, and the belt started to go into something like a Quizno's oven, and the cashier grabbed the kitten and pulled it out, but its tail had gotten caught, so the tail was broken and torn, and the kitten was burned in places and clearly needed to go to an emergency vet.

Then the alarm beeped, and I smacked the snooze button so I could finish the dream and make it all right, so I could take the kitten to a vet and have its tail stitched up and its burns treated, but I couldn't get back into the dream, it kept shifting even though I knew I was dreaming and knew what I wanted to do in the dream.

Bleah.

I think I'm stressing myself. I know I'm stressing myself, and I know what I need to do to fix it, and I'm procrastinating.