There's a kitten?
Kittens. Plural. They don't stop spawning in my room.
Interesting, What do they do?
They're kittens. They're helpless. That's why I feel so anxious about them. They crawl over each other and fall into piles in hard to reach places. I forget which ones I've fed. I end up sleeping like a statue because I'm terrified of rolling over in my sleep and crushing one. And each day there's more.
All I hear is their chirps and meows in my ear.
How long have you been having this dream?