Dreams are interesting things. I enjoy my dreams, as the events that occur in them are usually much more exciting than what occurs in real life.
I recall that a few nights ago, I was listening to someone speak in a dream I was having. She - I can’t remember whether it was a man or woman, but I will refer to her as a female for convenience - was saying something that eventually resolved itself into a repeated phrase, a short one, uttered over and over; I don’t recollect what was actually said. I slowly worked my way toward consciousness after this and, as I did, the phrase became incoherent, the voice more nasal and gravelly, until, as I woke, it became the voice of Cammie, out in the sitting room, talking to one of her toys.
The princess’s conversation became part of my subconscious world, like something from Alice in Wonderland. It’s funny how dreams accommodate stimuli from the waking life. Though, if one thinks about it, it is not strange. After all, we cat-people do everything we can to include our cats in every facet of our lives. Why not in our dreams, too?