hypotrochoids, headaches and cats

Pinched nerve makes my brain swerve, 

and makes my third eye writhe in its socket

with seething, squeezing pain.

Copyright Katelyn Roof 2010

"Birds of a feather, fall into a hypotrochoid parallel universe together." 

Pen, Marker and Spirograph on Paper

(My scanner is low-qual.  Ignore that.)

So, to make a long story as short as it possibly can be to be to prevent rambling (maybe):

After going to bed at 6 AM last night (this morning), I woke up from a strange dream at 10 AM -- a dream about cats.  I don't have a cat.  the last time I owned a cat, I was 9.  In all honesty, I'm violently allergic to them, but only if I touch them and subsequently touch my face.  I've learned to avoid this.  Anyway, this was not just any dream about cats, it was a dream in which I was photographing some sort of Cat Pageant, the kind that seemed like it was less of a cat show, and more of a body building contest or a beauty pageant.  Obsessed, crazed human after more obsessed, crazed human brought his/her cat up onto stage, one by one, parading them around, the crowd cheering.  Some really strange man with a mullet, rat tail, torn jeans and an obnoxious patriotic t-shirt came up behind me and kept molesting me as I unsuccessfully tried to exploit what was going on onstage by photographing and filming with my camera.  My camera kept malfunctioning, the crazy rat-tailed molester kept getting in the way of my best shots, and everything was just working against me.  Over and over in my head, I kept repeating "IF I COULD JUST GET THIS MOMENT CAPTURED, THIS WILL BE MY MAGNUM OPUS, I SWEAR."  I just couldn't seem to get the feeling captured with my photos and video footage (mostly because of the interceptions).  Then, I go backstage to interview the participants.  I talk to a bunch of them, most of them are wearing cheesy cat-themed sweatshirts and speaking as if their lives depended on nothing other than CATS.  Then, I go to interview the last contestant, and it turns out it is some lady who has her elementary school aged son dressed up in a cat costume.  The son runs up to me, acting exactly like a cat, except with his own human face poking out of a very realistic cat costume.  That's when my dream shifted, and I was suddenly in a dimly lit mall, wandering around, confused.  

What could this possibly mean? Wait.

I don't even want to know.