Last night, I dreamed I needed to get a wedding cake for my cats.
I couldn't stop thinking about it as the hours ticked by. I was half-asleep, so completely not rational as I pondered fish flavored or chicken flavored? Two-tier or three-tier?
At one point, I said to myself, "Self, you're NOT buying a wedding cake for your cats. Get over it." Of course, by that time I had decided on a two-tier fish-flavored cake with silver and blue icing.
Luckily I got over it. Of course, at that point it was 5 a.m.