This is a recurring dream. I am in my grandmother's kitchen, aged about ten (thirty years ago). I am being chased by a giant cat that I can't see. I have to run on the top of surfaces - for some reason I can't go on the floor. The main surface is the top of a 1950 style gas cooker - and there are lots of these in a row - coloured yellow and also white. So I am running fast so as not to burn my bare feet on the hot stove.
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