life is but a dream

The dogs woke me up at seven-thirty this morning, dragging me (kicking and screaming) out of a really good dream.  I absolutely HATE when that happens.  All of the groundwork for a perfect dream had been laid and I was just getting to the good part when the sounds of Indy whimpering to go out filtered into my unconsciousness. 

I tried to ignore it…to fall back into the dream…and I even managed to slip back into the fantasy world a few times.  But it was no use.  Indy wasn’t taking “shhh” for an answer.  And ultimately, it was a good thing I got up…he really had to go. 

It was really cold and dark this morning.  The sky was still spitting the last of the rain from the past two days, and it finally felt like fall.  I wasn’t really complaining, I love fall, but it made me wish for a few more hours of sleep…and another go at that dream.  So after filling the dog’s bowls with their morning meal, I crawled into the sofa with a pillow and a blanket and drifted off to sleep. 

I was able to grab almost an hour of extra sleep. After eating his, and probably half of the other dog’s breakfasts, Indy cuddled up on the floor beside me, snoring away as I slept. 

I never did get back into the dream again.  I’m going to try again tonight.  I took a dose of melatonin (perfectly safe and legal dietary supplement) to help me sleep.  I’m getting up early to have breakfast with my two best girl friends in the morning.  You know you love someone when you’re willing to wake up before eight just to eat breakfast with them.  I suppose I’d abandon the great dream to have breakfast with them too—even if it means foregoing my chance to be Bella Swan for a brief moment.  Hopefully I won’t have to…if I’m lucky I’ll find my way back into the dream well before the sun comes up.

Until the next time…I’ll be heading to bed to find sweet (sparkly) dreams!

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Posted on September 28, 2010 .