I almost never remember my dreams. Every once in a while I have dreams between snoozes on the alarm clock, and I remember them briefly. This morning I had one of those between snooze dreams, but it hasn't faded like the other ones....
Kathleen was taking me home to pick up Dude, which she's done on tons of occasions. I'm walking into the house and when I get there I can't find Dude. I'm calling him and shaking his food bag, nothing. I round a corner and see him laying there lifeless. He's wasted away to nothing in a few short hours while I was away. I assume he's dead because he doesn't move when I approach. I just keep saying "Oh no. Oh no. OH NO!" I pick him up and he's clammy and cold but he whines so I start trying to run. You know that bit, running just makes you slower and hysterical. I get him to the car and we take him to the vet.... then my alarm goes off saving me from this shitty dream.
Way to be subtle Subconscious.
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