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My dreams are always a little weird. Sometimes I wish I could have normal ones. You know. Tropical beaches, bikini babes, that sorta thing.

Last night was almost normal. I was back with the concert band I played with in high school. The same teacher, and a bunch of the same people I went to school with. A lotta familiar faces, but it wasn’t our school. The dream started with just the teacher in the corridor and eventually she led me to “the music room” where we would be practicing. The room was about half as big as it needed to be, there were no windows, no furniture, no chairs, and the walls were the colour of cement. A real cheery place.

But there were no chairs. How can you rehearse a concert band without chairs? My guess would be to stand up, but we didn’t. We all sat down on the floor. I can’t imagine playing a trombone on the floor, but… I digress.

A girl I knew from the flute section - who I was never overly attracted to - came over and sat on my lap and started to play. Oh no, it gets better.

Not only did she start to play, but she began to purr. And I don’t mean a sexy mock purr that people do to be funny. I mean a whole-body up-from-the-stomach genuine cat purr complete with the accompanying body vibration.

I woke up a few hours later, and ran my hand across my lips, finding something and pulling it out of my mouth. Lo and behold, the evidence fingered the culprit. A short hair that was different colours in different parts of the hair. The signature calling card of the shorthair domestic ash tabby. AKA: Whipper, my cat.

“I don’t suppose you know anything about this?”, I said to her as I plucked the hair from my lips and looked down at the “Whatchoo talkin’ about Willis?” look on her face as she looked up at me from the end of the bed.

“I don’t want to know which part of your body this hair came from, do I?”, I asked without waiting for a reply from the first question. The look on her face answered “No, you probably do not.”

Cats.

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