i dremt i dremt NSF the squeamish

i very rarely have ghoulish dreams, but last night i did -- the end part anyway, in which a spitting fight between two (sadly long-dead irl) family cats (played by rubbery puppets in the dream) became splatter-gory: first the ordinary spitting face-off became two cats shuddering and chattering like machine guns at each other; then (without ever touching) they both simultaneously exploded, leaving guts and brains all over dad's nice clean hallway