I had a dream about a town of towering egos and a tsunami.
Simply minding my own business, I was sitting alone at a milk bar, drinking root beer flavored milk. I felt eyes on me, and I knew I was being spied on, but everyone else in the bar couldn't hide their discreet spying from me. I knew what they were up to.
Once I finished my root beer milk, I went out into the streets, and I saw that the town I was in was made of glass towers that were shaped like pedestals. They varied in size, and I knew that the larger the pedestal was, the larger the ego was of it's occupants.
As I walked along, I saw propaganda posters plastered all over that declared that all cats were strictly banned due to their sinful and dangerous nature, and that if anyone found one, the cats were to be punished, tortured, and executed. Cats were automatically guilty, and proving their innocence was outlawed.
I came to a public square where there was a crowd of dogs and their owners gathered around a concrete platform. Upon the platform was a black cat being butchered alive as the crowd cheered on. Just then, a tornado siren sounded, although the weather was fair and there was no clear indication of imminent danger. Instinctually knowing something was amiss, I headed toward my tower.
As I made my way home, I found that the streets were overrun with rats, as there were no cats to control the pest population. Even as I entered my tower and began climbing the stairs, I found rats everywhere. As I ascended the tower, an overwhelming sense of dread came over me. I looked through the glass wall to see an enormous tsunami barreling toward the town. I could see the people panicking in the streets below, and many entered my tower, like mindless zombies in pursuit of me.
Did they want me to save them? They had ordered me to live in this pedestal-tower, expecting me to conform to their ways and ideals, where mere moments before, I had witnessed some of them behaving cruelly toward kitties, and many more of them simply allowed it to continue, indifferent toward the ongoing torture.
I sealed myself inside my loft at the top of my pedestal-tower, and the thunderous roar of the wave swallowed the entire tower. I could hear the "thuds" of bodies pounding against the walls... and then silence.
The wave receded, and I looked out and saw that anyone caught by the wave had been turned into baby sharks, flapping helplessly on the ground and atop towers.
The moment I left my loft, I morphed into a black cat and I went about the town, eating all the sharks. For every shark I devoured, I grew a little bit more, until I became as large as Godzilla. I was now "Catzilla", and I toppled all the towers in the town. I pushed some over with my paws and toppled others with my tail.
MEOW. HISS. PURRRRRR. The fragile glass pedestal-towers crashed to the ground, instantly turning to sand. The town of glass pedestal-towers had now been reduced to nothing more than a desert of sand dunes, shaped by prevailing winds.
Having had my fill of sharks, I used the sand as my litterbox, and I buried my shark-shaped turds deep in the dunes. The fresh fertilizer caused pineapple plants to spring up, yielding an abundant crop of pineapples.
I picked the pineapple, and I tried to ship it overseas. However, there was a brutal dictator who had imposed a strict tariff on pineapple, so I was unable to export it. Thus, I was stuck with an abundance of pineapple that I was unable to share, and it all rotted and withered away.
Then I woke up. THE END.