Sleeping in

“Don’t worry, I know how to fold the space-time continuum,” I reassured D today, as he was trying to wake me up, “I can keep sleeping.” I was dreaming that it was just like folding laundry, that simple. The reason no one had figured it out before was that most of the researchers who were working on it were men, and thought that folding the laundry and other such domestic ideas were below them.

I also dreamt that Cruella DeVil was back, and had an army of zombie-vampire cats who were after everyone.