I dreamed that a beautiful, seven-foot tall black woman--who I think actually called herself an Amazon--went into the office of a sheriff--who may have been Mel Gibson, sorry--and was hired for fifteen minutes of prostitution, except that when Mel started to touch her elegant back he ended up crying. She was very cold to him until he broke down, and then she held him and crooned comfortingly.
Freud would of course say, "Go have pancakes at IHOP, Anna." So I'm going to do that.
I also dreamed about cats again, big dopey cats who rule the world.