I dreamed that my cats had a meeting and voted for independence from the rest of the house. They claimed the garden and front room as sovereign territory. The hallway was to be border control and neutral territory.
I needed a passport to get to my kitchen because a big Ginger tom-cat had been hired to secure the new country’s border. He was elderly and senile but really mean.
My bedroom started filling up with mouse refugees. Then I woke up.
What do you suppose that means?
NotACop says:
Are you American by any chance?
Anna the cat mummy says:
No, British. I’m from the Midlands.