That Dream

I'm missing the JS homepage as a way to track things like who is on line, but I am getting rather used to this. I'm seeing more and more JS members coming on over. There are still a couple of people I felt I was close to that have yet to show themselves either here, on Dorrie's Fun Forum or on Facebook. I can only hope.

Today a couple of people made entries about their strange dreams, so I thought I would record mine from last night. The beginning is fuzzy, but my ex came to me with something in a bloody hanky, and I easily and quickly recognized it as a piece off the end of my dog Cortez's chin. I took the piece of bloody bone and skin and went looking for him. I found him lying on his side next to the back porch by the smoker grill. I took some antiseptic and poured it on his wound. As soon as I did his head and chest burst into flames. I tried as hard as I could to quickly blow out the flames. Then I woke up, and as I did I found that I was blowing air out of my mouth very hard and fast. I was about out of breath. Very strange and disturbing, huh? I have no idea what it means and probably never will.

I am still tired, and just want to go home at this point. I am tired of dealing with people tonight, and I rarely feel that way. Well, one hour to go. Good night.