Not Exactly A Nightmare

[poliphilo]

 I dreamed the black silhouette of a man identified as my father was trying to get in through the bedroom window. After which a wild black thing with claws leaped onto the bed. Oddly enough I wasn't scared. My thoughts were more "This is all very inconvenient." I assumed the thing with claws was the cat and I'd have to get up and sort him out. And then my waking brain told me that the thing with claws was very much bigger than the cat. Also silent- and Marlowe is one of the noisiest things on four legs. "O good," I concluded, "I don't have to do anything about any of this...."