I dreamed I walked into my kitchen, and I walked past my kitten Seb lying on the floor playing with a ball. I continued to the sink and didn't question that he was now sat in the kitchen sink lapping at the water. In real life I'd pick him up and tell him no we don't play in the sink, but dream-me just filled the kettle and turned around. But he was still playing on the floor.
Then terror hit me, as I realised what I just saw was a full sink and he was sat on the base of it. I turn back around and he is fully submerged and no longer moving. I pick him up and he's not breathing. I place him on the ground, and the other Seb already there has lost consciousness. I very hesitantly try to perform CPR on the one rescued from the sink, as I've no clue how much pressure you can use on a kitten, and the version of him who was initially playing on the floor spits up water. I woke-up before finding out if I saved either of them.
Why does my brain torture me with bad dreams about by baby boy.