I saw a name in the graveyard that I knew

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Whether because of the heat or my period, I got almost no sleep last night and what sleep I did get was full of incredibly unpleasant nightmares of the kind that do not even make good stories: someone poisoned our cats, I was accused of blood libel and it was taken seriously as a criminal charge, I went to an amusement park and there was a terrible accident and people around me died. Literally the first piece of news I saw when I checked Facebook to see whether the planet had exploded while I was asleep was this story about Jewish pride flags being equated with support for Israel and removed from a Pride event in Chicago. At least I know Autolycus and Hestia are alive and well because I woke up with one of them walking back and forth across my face and the other mewing clearly that no one had fed her in the history of ever. spatch tells me the Coney Island Cyclone is turning ninety, so that's nice. The rest of my afternoon is supposed to be highly social; I'll settle for no nightmares, I hope.

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JESUS I want to spank your subconscious and not in the fun way.

Thank you. It was a really rotten night.

Something happening to our cats is one of my worst nightmares ever, fortunately I don't think I have it that often.

It happened once shortly after we moved here and it was terrible; this was a different nightmare, but the same emotional result. The good news is that (a) Autolycus was in my face literally as soon as I woke up, so I knew he was right there and soft and purry and being a total butt and alive (b) because of the thing where we sort of had a fire in the heating system in March, I know that in an emergency it takes less than five minutes to put both cats into carriers even if they are hiding and fighting me, so I could get them safe out of the house if I had to; I already did it once. But I'd rather not have to be reassured!