cremains | Dehydration

I had a dream I was struggling to cross a desert with a train of Christians. The thirst was overwhelming and people were beginning to drop. "We have no water; we're going to die," one of them said. "If we have no water, how have you been baptising your new members?" I retorted in a j'accuse moment. They protested that they found that water in cemeteries along the way and it was therefore not proper to drink. "Well, you have a choice: to be improper or to die," I said. They exchanged glances. At that point, Cleocatra the obese calico came and started gnawing at my foot until it was horribly bloody. I woke up to find her dozing peaceably by my side. I had no signs of injury (or desert adventure).