So this one time I had a dream that my cat, who has been dead for two years, would come to our house every night at 5 pm. Then I got pregnant from eating some spinach that somehow impregnated me with a fetus that was a clone of myself. Except when I gave birth it was a boy, and last time I checked, am I not genetically male or identify as such. Then some stranger abducted my child at target. And this whole time, the ghost of my dead cat talked me through all of this bullshit. Literally, talked me through it. I was pullin’ some Dr. Doolittle/Ghostbusters shit.