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.