The strange dreams continue. Dreamt that my dad and I were traveling together. At some point we stopped for some food and it wasn't very good food. He didn't seem to understand that I don't eat red meat or pork anymore and insisted that I eat some nasty looking burger. We ended up in a hotel and for some reason (for whatever reason, but it is a dream and I don't think it's supposed to make sense) there were only a few of my cats with us. As we were leaving I was allowed to take one of my cats. I picked Ashley ( our male Himmy-Tab mix) and put him in a carrier. We continued our trip and ended up at a run down house where Ashley got loose and ran away. There are some other odds and ends to the dream but that's the largest chunk I remember.