Dream of the ‘eve:
The boss decided to send me to a show, any show (in San Jose?) that
was at the right time it seemed. Looking to find one on a mug from
some comdex/LWE. The office was this big big area now. Then some
monster/big guy/nasty was there and beating us all up. And my cat was
attacked by something and I was very sad, and had to take him to the
vet the next day (which is why it was distressing to me to have the
snot beaten out of me when I should have been going to the vet).
Weird huh? I think this sort of thing might be a reason why people
don’t remember their dreams 🙂