Last night I had the strangest dream

(We hereby retrospectively declare this week to be Crass Use of Other People's Titles Week.)

Can't remember whether it was before we had to get up and sort out the cat spat at 5.00 am or in the subsequent period of dreaming whilst being fully conscious of what was happening around us. Whenever it was, we dreamed of finding a wee beastie in someone's hair. Whose, we can't recall.

Reflection of recent obsessions?

Prophecy?