Inner workings

So in the middle of my dream last night, I was entering this house. Tasteful upper-middle-class suburban place with lots of furniture in it.
I was going through the front door, intent on doing something, and my way was blocked... By MYSELF. Another me, wearing different clothes, including a shirt with a pocket in it, and pens in the pocket.
The other me had a serious, busy look on his face. He saw me, and was surprised for a second, then said:
"Oh, I know why you’re here. You’re going to manually control the filtering, to get a better neural packing order."
Then he stood aside, so I could enter the house. After that I never saw him...

House adventure: Flora and fauna

My little cat Mira is bloodthirsty, as all cats are. Sometimes she brings in prizes for me, and her track record with eating them is not very good, making it feel especially wasteful, and making me feel especially hypocritical for enjoying nature while simultaneously employing a murderous psychopath to warm my feet at night.



But sometimes her instinct to hunt is overridden by something else that I can't quite figure out. ( This little guy for example: )