As I've mentioned before I never remember my dreams. Not ever.
The other night I woke from a nightmare and wanted to remember it.
I got up and wrote it down so that I could share it with you.
So, here goes.
I was aware that I was tossing and turning furiously in my sleep.
I think I was trying to wake myself up.
You see, the nightmare wasn't scary it was sad. Really, really sad.
I couldn't find my dog. She was lost or stolen or died or something.
All I can recall is that she was just gone.
And I guess my body was trying to release me from this dream.
I mean, I needed to go find her, right? It was urgent. Vital, in fact.
Eventually I succeeded in waking up.
The sheets were jumbled and I was in a heart-racing panic.
Must. Find. Dog.
My dog always sleeps under the covers near my feet.
Once I calmed down I needed to make sure she was there.
So I kicked her. Not hard but enough to wake her. And bug her.
But I found her! And I was happy once again. So I went back to sleep.
The next night I noticed my dog slept more near my waist.
She's smart like that.
My little Girlfriend: