The only thing I remember from a jumble of dreams last night is a toy cat that gave birth to a toy mouse. Both of them were white. The cat was quite small, but the mouse was huge. Inflated slowly from under her tail, the baby was at least three times larger than its mother. The scene did not last long, but it popped up in front of my eyes as soon as I woke up and realized that it was time to get up. Why would a cat give birth to a mouse, though? And why would the proverbial prey be so much larger than the predator? What did the designer have in mind with toys such as these? In other words, why would I dream of toys so incongruous? What was the message? Lying in bed and thinking about it did not help a single bit, of course. And so I got up to write down what I dreamt. But having written all this down, I am none the wiser. Predator giving birth to menacing prey. Cat and mouse. Dream and dreamer. Fuckety fuck.