I just had a most disturbing dream... In it, cats were like those toys whose heads you can attach and detach. Cats' heads could be detached, and they would still be alive and moving around like nothing.
And I was in this old, dreary house, with rooms full of cockroaches and headless cats. And Blackie, my black cat, was among them –headless... I first found his head lying somewhere, and went looking for the rest of the body, until I found it.
What the hell have I been dreaming lately?
And, oddly enough, I wasn't as afraid of the cockroaches (in the real world, I suffer a phobia). I was more afraid of the sight of cat heads and bodies lying independently of each other all over the confined place.