In the land of :iconumbagog:, Michael "The Cat" is a half-dead who has a peculiar way of showing up in the real world through other people's dreams. He's sort of like Freddy Krueger except less vengeance ghost and more smarmy zombie. He's been showing up in people's dreams, stalking them or popping up in their bedrooms like creepy creepers. To my knowledge, :iconesda06: and I were slowly becoming the few people who hadn't seen him in a dream (though she says she saw him on her dresser for a moment while waking up one morning; I think that kind of counts).
Then, it finally happened.
This morning, I woke up to my friend calling and telling me a bad joke (that was weird in itself). Then I went to the bathroom and, upon flushing, a slow-burning fuse on my brain had finally reached its destination: I had dreamt about Michael.
It wasn't a dream where he was stalking me or anything. In fact, I was invisible, floating above the corner of a dinner table like a security camera. Michael wa