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 🙂