(Entered in paper journal at 4:45 PM on R-train from Manhattan to Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I lay in bed. The lights in the room were on. An orange cat lay on my chest. I tried to push it off. The cat spoke, saying some weird thing as if it were an ancient spirit or an alien. The cat may even have become slimy and plasticky. I tried even harder to get the thing off my chest, and it kept speaking to me. It had a low, smooth, musical, male voice.
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