Last night I had a dream that The Targo and I were at the movies. While waiting for the movie, I saw this large nondescript crowd around this strange looking young man. Because I'm nosier in my dreams than in real life, I went to look at the fuss.
The odd man had Mystic! And... he was trying to put a cloth diaper on her! What the hell? I couldn't get past the crowd to get to my little Diva, so I had to jump off the second story, down into the kiddie playground below. The logistics and McGuyver-esque nature of this make no sense to me either, but somehow I got up to where the bad man and my cat were and KICKED HIS ARSE.
I'm sure there are many analyses for this dream. I prefer to think it was a combination of having Mystic step on my head at 3:00 this morning and my anger at the evil Phone-Cable-Interweb conglomerate shutting off our services... because they're inept. But maybe? It's just a crazy pregnancy dream.