char_marshaI had the strangest dream this morning.

So I'm walking through a grocery store with an umbrella, and randomly I'm approached by a drunk Julia Deakin, who is yelling and slurring at me incomprehensibly. I look down to see what she's pointing at, and five black cats jump out of my umbrella. The topic drifts abruptly from my cats to the Palm Pre, and she offered me a job on the register. Which was a nice of her, but she clearly didn't work in the store.

If you can figure out the symbolism behind this one, the men in white coats should be there any minute.