I don't remember my dreams--well, hardly ever. I would assume that I dream every night, but I couldn't prove it. So, whenever I DO remember a dream, it is a big deal to me. This weekend, I remembered a dream.
As I have said before, whenever we travel, I sleep. On Saturday we drove to Wisconsin for one of our overnight road trips and, as usual, I slept all the way there. A few miles out of Appleton, K woke me up from my sleep. I was quite upset about this, because I had wanted to finish the dream I was having. (And no, it was NOT about my Baby Boy.) Here is my very strange dream:
There were people showing me a wolf, which I was petting. It was not like any wolf you have ever seen. This wolf had fur that was a cross between a puli:
and a pomeranian:
and had a nose like a hedgehog:
I was truly amazed that this animal didn't look anything like a wolf and the handler said that wolves don't really look like wolves until they are two years old. She also said that you could drive down the road past one and never know that it was a wolf. And that is when K woke me up. I really wanted to go back to sleep and pet the wolf some more--and find out what was going to happen next. But, I will never know.
Dreams
