I'm Ok, you're ok
I'm ok, you're ok, wasn't that one of the first self-help books? So after staying up until 1:30 AM writing about how this isn't really affecting me that badly, I dreamt about cats all night. The weirdest and most disturbing was the dream where I became a vet so that I could do skin transplants on cats. But mine were works of art - stars and stripes and patterns that nature never intended. Someday I should start a dream journal - I have some pretty vivid and wild ones! So I guess my waking self understands, but my heart isn't all the way over it yet.
