Microchips and Spooky Cats

First part of my dream last night: a microchip factory that allows tours. They also have a unique way of manufacturing that relies on the human voice to set the patterns in the chips. Thus the tours become concerts. And the audience is invited to sing along. From my seat in the concert hall, I figured that the audience's voices probably couldn't carrry strongly enough to mess up the microchips, or that there was a sound damper or something, since not everyone in the audience could sing very well... There was also a close-up of someone singing in the machinery. It sort of looked like those flower costumes, where the face sticks out of the greenery, but her face was sticking out of a microchip console instead.

Next scene that I remember, I'm asleep in bed in my room, but the bed is oriented east-west rather than north-south. Friskey is there. Friskey was my first cat. She was almost entirely black, but with white feet and a sort of white eagle on her chest. She died from feline leukemia my sophomore year of college. She's the reason I named my next cat Ji'e'toh—"Honor and Obligation"—as a reminder to make sure she got her vaccinations. Back to Friskey, even in the dream I'm aware that she shouldn't be alive. From a distance, she looks fine, but as I get closer, I can see that her body has grown old and wasted. There's very little flesh left, especially on her back feet. She...tugs at me, but not physically. It's like she wants to take my spirit with her on some sort of journey, but it's too firmly attached to my body. She gives up. My hand rests for a moment on her back as she jumps off the bed. The spookiest thing about that was that I could feel the warmth of her body and the softness of her fur against my hand. I rarely get tactile sensations from dreams.

Next thing, my alarm wakes me up.