Even my dreams are not Normal

Yesterday I made a rich seafood moray, a Thai seafood mix I got from the frozen section of New World, with a lot of cheese, milk and macaroni, which I ate before work last night. I went to bed with acid-reflux, which I tried to calm with chewable quickezze and cold milk. I had a strange dream early this morning. Some how I was transported to a place where homosexuality was the norm and all heterosexuals were criminal deviants. I wanted to break the law. So I decided to lure a woman, 'Cathy' (like my old Matua Primary school friend Catherine?), who looked a bit like Cameron Diaz, into a sitting room in order to seduce her. The room was somewhat similar to Auntie Rona and Uncle Jack's old lounge except it had a white shag pile carpet, and proper curtains rather than venetian blinds. It was full of naft old antiques, but no bloody tourist teaspoon wallhanger. When I got there with the woman and closed the door she had turned into a grey burmese cat. I sat on the sofa with the cat, which had a collar with some kind of flashing surveilance device. Before I could figure out what it all meant, I woke up.