Dreams

I don"t normally remember my dreams, so when I do have ones I remember, they are quite interesting to me.
A few months ago I had a dream that I was late for a bus, like, really, really late. In fact, 15 minutes before the time that the bus was scheduled to leave from the Adelaide Central Bus Station, I was still at home. In fact, I was in my old home that I used to reside. In Melbourne. Yeah, I was just that late.

A few days ago, I had another dream. Hold onto your seats.

It had been a long day, but work was finally over.
So there I was, walking home from work, when I noticed in the distance, an old friend running as fast as she could.
"You"re laaaate!" I called out to her, realising immediately what a Captain Obvious statement it was.
"I know!" She replied and ran past.
I shrugged and continued walking along.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a dog (a Golden Retriever if anyone is interested...) appears and tries to leap up, perhaps to lick my face, perhaps to eat my nose, who knows? I didn"t want this to happen so I fended off the dog by waving my bag at him and kept walking.

As I continued, I turned into a park, which seemed to be a shortcut home.
Another dog appeared, this time a poodle thing who also seemed to want to lick my face/eat my nose, but I was well versed in the fending off of canines by now, so I waved my bag at it and away it went.

I then noticed a scruffy little kitten, bedraggled and wet. I surmised that the poodle must have grabbed it and had been carrying it around, finally dropping it when I scared it away.
I looked around for help as for some strange reason, I had lost the ability to pick things up. It was like I had lost my arms, but I"m pretty sure I used my arms to fend off the dogs...

I noticed a cat walking by and I called pointed out the kitten to it.
The cat made its way over and started to clean the kitten.
I decided that things were alright and started to walk away, but was stopped when the cat called out. I"m not sure how I knew, but somehow I understood that the cat was telling me to stop.

I really shouldn"t have stopped.
This led to a long conversation with the cat about who should take the kitten. The conversation continued into a debate and an argument, with my main statement being that the kitten and the cat were more closely related, as they were from the same species. I even happened to pull out a magazine which coincidentally had cat family trees. The cat seemed to have a very valid rebuttal in which the cat said this was a common misconception and was simply untrue. She continued into an in depth analysis into genetics, concluding that I was more closely related to the kitten and thus, I should take it.

For some reason, I then recall the opposite page of the magazine, which went into being stuck on a boat or a desert island with a number of people. It said that one person should make a pair of headphones and share it with everyone. The conclusion statement was that this would result in only one person looking crazy.

[EDIT: As reminded by Sarah] It seems that the whole point of making one person looking crazy at any one time is so that when the food source ran out, there would be a definite choice on who to eat. Obviously, the crazy person.

I have to admit, I slept pretty well though.