So… there I was… Holding this cute little fluffy grey kitten in the basement. All fuzzy and sweet and I was sprinkling salt on him. I was trying so hard not to get the salt in his delicate little kitten eyes, but he needed to be salted.

Now, this is the point, I have not doubt you are asking “WTF is wrong with her?” It was a dream, but really, salting a kitten??? Even I question my sanity at this point.

While trying to process this, I looked up the various meanings of the key items and actions of my dream and was still struggling with interpreting my crazy subconscious mess of a mind.

So I told my Mommy about the dream and she said (and this should tell you a lot):

“Are you sure you weren’t supposed to be Assaulting a Kitten instead of Salting a Kitten?”

I mean, we all know I’m dyslexic, so could my dreams be dyslexic too???? Now I’m gonna have to re-analyze all my previous dreams to see if my dyslexia was influencing them too…