I dreamed that there is a conspiracy going on to prevent Buddhists from getting sleep.
In reality, it was my cat tapping my foot with his paw and meowing. I developed a habit of giving my cat a 3 a.m. snack every night, and he is faithful to wake me up and ask for it.
I tell myself it will come in handy one day to have a cat who is not afraid to wake me up, because there could be a fire, or a home invasion, or a gas leak, and I would definitely want him to wake me up for that.
But it hasn't come in handy so far.
