The dangers of dreaming

[wayfaringwordhack]

This morning I dreamed that I was dining on the lawn of a chateau with 15 or 20 very posh strangers. I don't know why she was with me, but our cat N'djema jumped up on the table and helped herself to some blackberry crumble.  She then proceded to hop all over the pristine tablecloth, leaving behind perfect purple paw prints. I was so embarrassed that I hurriedly shoved her off the table...

and woke up with the flat of my hand hitting a very surprised, very undreamlike N'djema square in the nose. She fell between the mattress and mosquito netting, giving me the most deserved affronted look. The poor thing had a time getting her three legs under her and escaping the stupid flailing human who was trying to apologize.

Comments

[learningtoread.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, Kitty!

And how to do you say Sweet Thing's name?

My husband's best friend curses at his wife in his sleep. When she's right next to him. It could be worse, I guess!

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

It's pronounced Jim-ah (It's a multi-purpose Shimaoré word, mostly meaning fine or very good. I feel a bit silly calling her name here in the street in Mayotte. :P)

And yeah, I think I'd rather have my husband cursing at me than calling another woman's name in a too affectionate manner, frex. *lol*