So last night I had a dream. My kinda crazy, old aunt that's in a retirement home bought a great big house. We were helping her move in, the house was pretty messy and we noticed a couple of mice running around. The cats caught the mice but then the mice turned into crickets which, once again, the cats caught. I went into the kitchen to get a paper towel to pick the dead crickets up off the carpet and realized that the paper towel holder was really high. I had to step up on my tippy toes to reach the paper towels. This is when I realized that I was in a dream (because nobody would put their paper towel holder that high in real life) but this dream continued. Pretty soon, the cats had caught about a dozen crickets and set them in a pile in the living room. I grabbed another paper towel to pick up the crickets but now the crickets started coming back to life. That's when I woke up. A random thoughts thread seemed like as good of a place as anywhere to post this.