The George Bernard Shaw Dream

There is a party at my house. No one told me about it. Downstairs, a woman is playing a song from Cats on a harp. I am taking care of two small boys. They turn into wood-ticks. I run shouting for help. I call out to my sister. (?) The wood-ticks are trying to escape. I use a playing card to stop them in their path. But I keep catching their legs under the card, and soon I have only a little pile of wriggling legs and cut torsos. Someone comes into my office and tells me that he has made a website for a philosophy course he will be teaching. He is sitting in my chair and is fiddling with my computer. I pretend to be interested. Then he gets up and I realize he has been sitting on a cat. It is a beautiful sea green colored cat. I have never seen it before. My sister comes in the room (since I have no sister she is just a kind of white blur with long dark hair) and picks up the flattened cat. I realize te cat is one of the two little boys. It has no legs and only one arm. – It’s George Bernard Shaw! my sister shouts, triumphantly. I must write this dream down, I think. And someone hands me a book where The George Bernard Shaw Dream is written out beautifully, with everything explained.