I dreamt I was opening a chain of new businesses. There were two components. One part sells savings bonds – to cats. Another is a pawn shop – for cats. So they can sell their stuff, of course.
I remember that I got investors by claiming that cats’ savings were a great and as yet untapped source of revenue to the economy. I even remember that one cat pawned his diary – it had “Rwwwwr” embroidered on the cover.
I didn’t go to sleep drunk or high or using a new prescription, and at some point as I was waking up I started chuckling at the absurdity of it. I mean, within the dream, I was totally serious about it and people were looking at me as if I was the next Bill Gates, but coming out if it was like “WTFUCK were you thinking?”