DREAM THIRTEEN

Last night I saved a little white kitty from being flushed down a toilet. I mean the cat was quite literally in the potty, water swirling around its wiskered head.

Later on in the night I was hanging out with an old friend, Jonathan, and some fat, hairy, boorish fellow. I have no idea who he was, but he farted something nefarious. Poor Jonathan and I were forced to crawl along this carpeted floor in order to escape the toxic fumes.

SIDE NOTE: Only now, while typing this do I realize the overall theme!