Dreams

Last night, I had the strangest dream.

I was on this escalator, a floating horizontal one... actually, it was more like a floating carpet, come to think of it... anyway, I was on this thing, and the WeatherGuy was with me... I was holding a cat (I'm not fond of cats, that in and of itself made it a dream) that was purring in my arms, and he had a stuffed animal he later threw down into the valley.

While we were flying on the carpet escalator, we moved over a valley full of dogs, hundreds of dogs, pit bulls... all different shades of brown and gray and white and black and tan. They were barking and wagging their tails at me.

Now, I was telling the WeatherGuy about this dream, how odd it was... and, before I could delve into the various interpretations of said dream, cats representing female power, and flying is freedom... etc, I happened to mention all the dogs were grouped according to their fur colour in the valley below us, white to black. I took a breath to continue on in this very intense...well, in my mind...dream, when he did it, he finished off the conversation completely.

"Wait, the dogs were grouped by colours? You are the only person I know who would organise the colours in her dreams." He sipped his coffee and laughed.


I guess I don't see the problem. Of course, this is a man who has.....wire hangers.


Ah-huh.