I had a strange dream last night. Unusual, rather, in that it was pleasant. I was in a big, well-lit room with several cardboard boxes that held a litter of kittens each, and I was trying to figure out which kitten I wanted to take home with me. I picked out a very soft, jet-black kitten with pale green eyes, and was trying to figure out how I could trick my boyfriend into not noticing when I brought it over to his house, because his apartment doesn’t allow cats.

Last night my boyfriend dreamed that we were in London, and he had a room at some swanky hotel, but I had gone out without telling him where I was going or when I was coming back. It was up to him to make reservations at this restaurant I wanted to go to, because it served the finest delicacy in all of London town: rat. The best rat delicatessen was booked solid. Bummer! However, the maitre d’ made a recommendation for another excellent eatery that prepared rat nearly as well.

One of my coworkers dreamed last night that of a huge drooling tentacle monster that could disguise itself as a kitten to get into people’s cars. While I’m unsure as to kitten being the preferred form for automobile invasion, my boyfriend strongly suspects that this was the reason for the room full of kittens in my dream.

It’s all connected, man. All connected. Did anybody else have a dream last night involving me, kittens, or grilled rat?