Come on Alex, you can do it.

Last night I dreamt that I was walking down a street in a big city (no idea where I was). I walked into a park and there was a little black kitten in my purse. It was mine and I was smoking a cigarette. She kept poking her head out of my bag and Anthony walked up to me. It was like we were strangers. He was wearing a suit and he asked me what my name was. Then my cat poked her head out of my bag and meowed really loud. He asked me what that was. I pulled her out of my bad and I said "This is Laika". She meowed again and Anthony scratched her head.

That was the end of my dream. But I woke up wanting to listen to Arcade Fire and I think that this dream is a sign that I shouldn't name the black cat I've always wanted "Nico". I'm going to name it "Laika".