I had a dream last night that some friends and I decided to have a picnic, but as soon as we set out our picnicking supplies a grizzly bear came out of the woods and chased us away.
Then I woke up and “realized” I hadn’t seen the cat all evening (not even true) and convinced myself that she’d gotten outside and had probably been eaten by a fox. So I went through the house in the dark, checking all her cardboard box-beds and usual sleeping places, growing ever more panicked that my dream was a sign and I’d accidentally gotten my cat killed. I even opened the window and called for her and convinced myself I could hear her bell jingling.
Yeah, she was sleeping behind a stack of towels on the guest bed, and just didn’t want to get up at 3am to deal with the human. Cats are jerks.