I woke up at three in the morning and it wasn’t a cat who wake me up. This in itself is unusual – normally if I’m up at that hour it’s due to a cat doing something.
“Well, brain” I told myself “What’s the deal?”
*You twisted your knee*
“Yeah – like two days ago. Why am I waking up now?”
*you just twisted your knee – you tripped over a rope*
“That sounds reasonab… Wait, I’m in bed. There are no ropes in my bed.”
*you dreamed you tripped over a rope*
“… I dreamed I tripped over a rope?”
*yep*
“And that woke me up?”
*yep*
“… What was the rest of the dream about?”
*don’t remember*
“Basically I had a dream in which I tripped over a rope and there’s absolutely no context attached to it, but it was strong enough to wake me from a sound sleep?”
*you got it, boss*
“In the morning, I’m going to stab you with a Q-Tip.”
Hahahahahaha! Careful with that Q-Tip Ghostie!