So once, many moons ago... Like years... I suffered from nightmares. I still do sometimes, but not quite as frequently. They were so frequent then that I taught myself how to wake up from dreams (I only failed once, and it totally freaked me out cause I thought my dream was real). Anyway, since then I have lost that ability but that's not the point. This is a prelude to a story:
I was fast asleep, and Tanya was sleeping at the foot of my bed. I started dreaming about Tanya, and in my dream she was falling off of a cliff, holding on by her two front paws! I kept trying to save her in the dream, but all she was doing was scratching up my arms and I couldn't pull her up... So I forced myself awake... I looked down by my feet and Tanya was clinging to the end of the bed by her front paws... As a result of my kicking.
Matt got a kick out of that story when I told him last week, and I thought you all might enjoy it as well!
1 comment:
I can see how Matt got a 'kick' out of that story. It's kind of a sad one though!
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