I’ve had dreams of all sorts from time to time, but I don’t remember them too well. There was one dream that had a sort of philosophical content.
I dreamt I was in a place that had a cat. I came into the room where this cat was talking to another cat, making a date to meet at a certain time. I said, “There’s something wrong here. What could it be? I know what it is: Cats can’t tell time!”
I went up to this cat and said, “What do you mean by making this date? You know you can’t tell time. ”
The cat said, “Of course we cats can tell time.”
I said, “I don’t believe it. There’s a clock on the wall. Tell me the time.” The clock showed a quarter after eight.
But the cat hemmed and hawed and said, “Five after four… ten after three…”
So I said, “That proves that cats can’t tell time!”
Then I woke up laughing because the point was that in the dream, I was concerned with some trivial difficulty when a much more fundamental issue was askew. The trivial difficulty was that cats can’t tell time. The fundamental absurdity was the cat talking!