Rockin' in the Free World

This morning's audio offering was a rousing rendition of 'Rockin' in the Free World,' sung by a female voice a cappella in the cat's room. (No one I recognized.) The verses, however, weren't the Neil Young verses, I wish I could remember them.

When I could finally move (these events are usually accompanied by a short period of paralysis) there were no concerned kitties on the bed, so I didn't bother to go and check on the "source" of the sound this time. Some mornings the voice is just so real that I have to go outside and see if a neighbor is out and about or if I can hear audio playing somewhere. I suppose it could still have been a car going by in front of the house.

The experience was one of those that was so real that it completely obliterated the other snatches of dream that were still fresh in my mind.