This is what I dreamed last night.
I'm doing some type of cleaning work...probably laundry. I lift something off the ground which reveals the carpet. There's a large pile of cat poop. I'm grossed out, and I'm dismayed that I have much more cleaning work that will need to be done.
Then Jason Donavan enters the picture. He's wearing a sweatshirt that's covered in multiple piles of dried cat vomit. I point it out to him, because he hasn't seemed to notice. It's all a bit gross.
I'm not surprised I dreamed about cat vomit. Since we have a cat, it does frequently play a part in our lives. I don't know why my subconscious connected it to Jason Donovan.
Oh well.
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