Something similar happened to me last weekend. I'm usually up at 6:30am each morning but on the weekend I cherish the fact that I don't have to get up until at least 8am. Wishful thinking. Over the past 6 mths or so I've taken to dreaming of my ex's (only have 3 of them!) and believe me they are not pleasant dreams.
Picture it: Sunday morning all snuggled in and I'm dreaming of this guy I use to date back in 1994 and in my dream we are walking hand in hand and the rest is right out of a romance novel
then suddenly.....
"burrrreow burrrreow" Max is screaming in my ear that it's 7am and he hasn't had his breakfast yet.
I wake up and realize with great relief that it was just a dream and as I give Max some extra cuddles for waking me up from my nightmare I think to myself "life is good".
Exs!!
Last edited by slick; 09-04-2003 at 03:36 PM.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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