Dreams

I often have highly detailed dreams. Last night I had a very vivid dream involving the walking dead (zombies, really, but they weren't the decaying, drooling, eat-your-brains sort of zombies) and dogs. The dogs weren't zombies, and at the end of the dream they were well on a course of leading me to my demise. As we were fleeing the building, the dogs (a weiner dog named Jessie and a Jack Russell terrier) discovered an open drain in the lobby that they had to investigate. I couldn't leave my dogs behind and I ran back into the building to get them. I was surrounded by zombies. And that's when I woke up all in a terror.

Going to be a long day.

Quote of the Day

"This is a land of dreams and fire."

-- American Gods, Neil Gaiman