Wednesday, 7 February 2007
dreams, the bad kind
I woke up very early this morning from a bad dream, one of those ones so realistic that you wait for a minute after waking up and then realize it's not real. I dreamt that our old dog Tash drowned and I was pulling her out of the pool and then woke up crying. It's been a long time since I've had such a vivid dream. Then I heard her breathing on the floor beside my bed where she sleeps, and heard her legs kicking in her sleep as she had her own dreams of chasing something. I hope hers were better.
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such a strange thing, dreams. they can pull you up into the clouds and they can drag you down to the bottom of the ocean...
i hope it wasn't the over-eating of brownies...
I never dream; or at least never remember what I've dreamt.
I wish I did, but on the other hand, I never have to worry about bad dreams either...
Hope you sleep better tonight!
(What did you eat before bed? :)
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