“In dreams we live in a world entirely our own.”
J.K. Rowling via Albus Dumbledore

I dreamed that I had a son the other night. I remember us moving around, me wanting to show him off. The thing was he was just like me. He looked like I did as a child. He was very expressive and he didn’t really cry at all. The only time he almost did I just talked to him and he chilled out. There are two things I really remember about him in the dream besides being a duplicate of me. I talked to him the whole dream and he didn’t talk back but he understood me. The other thing…he had yellow eyes. I mean like mine are brown his were yellow and it didn’t bother me at all. It seemed like he was looking right into me when he looked at me. Save that the pupils were round they reminded me of a cats eyes. Other than that I remember joking with him and he was laughing. I felt secure. It was like going somewhere with yourself. I knew what would happen. I knew what would be a problem and I could deal with it all. Only two things in the dream bothered me. Once he wasn’t with me and I kept looking to where he was until I finally just got up to get him. The second was some people talking about his eyes near the end of the dream. I heard someone say it was unusual and another commented that maybe he would go blind. I remember being assured that he was fine and these people were just running their mouths. I loved him in this dream. It was a really good feeling. Good enough to make me forget about the two before it. One where Tom Cruise was parading Katie Holmes around and I realized she was just a trophy wife. The other involved me going to a family reunion in boxers and being totally comfortable with it…I just couldn’t find the dessert I wanted. I get the family reunion joint…to a degree, but I’m still wondering where TomKat came from.