I don’t normally remember my dreams.
Last night I was awake ( I thought) thinking all sorts when I heard a cat come up the stairs and into our room. It leapt up and sat on my head. I tried to shout out my husband’s name but try as I might nothing came out! My husband was woken by me screaming ‘cat’ very loudly in his ear - he was somewhat traumatised by this.I was apparently talking quite normally about hearing the cat coming up the stairs and sitting on me. He then reminded me that we don’t have a cat. And we sleep downstairs.
I am puzzled. It was totally real to me.
Maybe I am taking too many painkillers - definitely feeling a bit dazed today.
