I woke up this morning fresh out of a dream about my dog. I was feeding him tuna on wheat crackers and someone at the table was shunning me for doing it.
As soon as I woke up, fear gripped me that the pool water had not been turned off yesterday, and consumed with that thought, I lost the entire rest of the dream.
I'm happy to say that while I was at my art group's "Winter Salon" my daughter heard the timer go off and turned off the water for me. Hallelujah! Any of you who have a pool know that flooding gets quite costly, not to mention the guilt you feel for wasting all the water.
As I was fixing breakfast my son told me he had a nightmare last night. It may sound terrible, but I got excited, cause I thought, "Ooh, I could write the blog about his dream instead." But he didn't want to relive it, so we're out of luck.
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