The last dream I had before I woke up today started in our living room, or a room very similar to it. Rebecca was asleep on the couch. Ariel was sitting next to her, and I noticed suddenly that Ariel (our white, deaf cat) was POINTING at the ceiling, in the corner. I said, “Oh my god, Ariel is pointing!” Rebecca barely stirred. I looked up at the ceiling where she was pointing, which was a spot where the ceiling's drywall was missing (construction?), and the AC ducts were exposed.