Dream

I had a very odd dream last night. I was at the
Mall, only the inside had turned into a giant mathematical
Cartesian grid. I sat down at a point table, and found myself
opposite a dark-haired man trying to explain some math to me; I
could hardly hear him. Then he was replaced by a blond man with
a puffy hairstyle, who took off his shirt. This was clearly some
sort of signal, but I couldn't remember what it meant. I
looked over to the right and my mother was sitting alone, only
this was a very fragile and bent version of my mother. I said:
'This is impossible, you must be 99 years old because I am close
to seventy'.  Indeed my mother has been dead for many years.
She laughed and said: 'You'll never change!' and slowly
got up to leave. I thought to myself: 'I wonder if this is what death
is like...' I woke up.

So this morning I read on the Net about the death of Grumpy Cat, the beloved
 diminutive female cat, at age seven. RIP, you are well remembered, Grumpy.