Crazy Dream

In the dream I was standing in front of this townhouse apartment, I could draw you a perfect picture of the place. I slowly opened the door to Alberts home. Who is Albert you ask? Well, Albert Einstein of course. In the foyer there sat a desk, the top was barely visible due to all the scattered paperwork. I reach down and picked up a notebook that had a project name typed out across it in black thick ink...CAT NINE PROJECT. What did this mean? I had no idea, but then all the sudden im taken from this scene to the next. Here I am now standing by this old two story white and blue farm house, the sky is turning dark as I here a voice yell through the gathering winds, "Hey, watch this" Here stood Mr. Einstein once again, this time he held what I could only describe as some kind of laser gun, by this time the storm clouds were forming a tornado, which by the way, I am deathly afraid of tornadoes, but as I am trying to figure out what he is doing, he pointed the laser gun at the tornado and a blue beam shot out of it, almost encasing the whole tornado itself. As soon as that beautiful beam of light hit that mean looking strom, the funnel cloud started to break apart molecule by molecule until      
 it was  completely disintegrated. When I woke up the next morning, I was so intrigued by      
 the dream that I was trying to find the equipment (just on a smaller scale) to test the theory. I went out and bought my pack of laser pointers, figured if I taped enough together forming a circle it might substitute the power of the device Mr. Einstein had. Then I studied on how to make a smaller scale funnel cloud using only straws and a vacuum. I was almost ready to test this thing ,then a day passed and due to the fact that I learned I was going to have to build a containment box for the funnel cloud to work properly, well, needless to say my adhd kicked in and I went chasing squirrels instead.  Which also now leads me to wonder if Albert himself wasn't also a squirrel lover, I mean that would make sense, as he left all his important papers laying a top a desk for some random girl in her dreams to find. Maybe one day Mr. Einstein...maybe one day. ;)