Freud, eat your heart out
Consequently, I had a dream last night that one of my cats (Black Mamba) learned to dance hip hop. I remember standing in the bathroom and showing Marta Mamba's dance moves. Every time the music came on she would shake her belly like a Polaroid, lean back and what have you. I must have been laughing like crazy in my sleep. The funny thing is, that I started to look closer at Mamba and realized that she's not a cat at all, she's a chimpanzee and that I should urgently have her groomed and brush her teeth. I also remember taking Suzanne, my screen writing teacher, to my house to see Mamba because she didn't believe that my cat was a monkey. And after that there was some random making out with some random people, who, why, and what? Don't ask, don't know.