Timothy Paradox

I saw my old (long-dead) cat Sylvester. However, I was very small, maybe 10 centimeters (3 inches). My very own cat tried to kill me. It bit me in the shoulder (I wasn't so small anymore, but my cat was definitely size of a tiger compared to me). It didn't really hurt.

I had a great Deus Ex-themed dream last night (that's a video game by Eidos Montreal/Square Enix). It was set in the Mankind Divided universe. I was sitting on the floor in a dilapidated building, together with a group of augmented people. Presumably somewhere in the ghetto, or hiding from the government. Our "leader", or at least the alpha male of the group, was standing up in front of us. He was a real douche, and a loudmouth. He may or may not have been a terrorist. He was spewing hate speech, and at at some point, I had a disagreement with him. He got very hostile, and said I was banned from the group and had to leave. He said I wasn't really "one of them". I pointed out I had a synthetic implant in the back of my skull, connecting to my spine - but this was an implant I got as result of an injury - not a performance-enhancing aug. He said he knew, but it wasn't good enough. I spoke up so the whole group could hear it. I said that I would happily cut off my arm and replace it with a cybernetic one to prove my loyalty. The others started started speaking up, and I felt the atmosphere in the room change from silent obedience to outright rebellion. Our fight heated up, and I got in his face and yelled something. Feeling the crowd had turned against him, he slowly backed away and vanished.