F was sitting in my livingroom on the couch. I asked him, "Did you turn the thermostat up?"
He glanced up from a book. "Oh, I kept feeling a little chilly. So I turned it up a few degrees. I guess I did I did that several times...."
I was sweating, it was so warm. "Well now it's set at ninety-eight degrees."
"I was cold."
I repeated myself. "Ninety-eight degrees!"
At this point, I awoke from the dream. I was laying on my back, and my biggest, furriest, fluffiest cat was sprawled all across my torso. I felt like we were on fire!
I shoved him off, and he stalked off with a disgruntled "Mrrw" while I gasped at the cool air. No wonder I was having weird temperature dreams!