Have you ever known one of those people who could go on and on, and, well, on and on forever about something? You know the type, so caught up in telling the details of a story that they may even miss making the point. Well, that's me! Hence, the name T.M.I! My name is Erika, and I welcome you to share in my ramblings!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

DOG-ON DREAMS!

It’s   I can’t sleep.  It’s not the first time I’ve been awaken out of a deep sleep by an unusual dream.  In fact, several of my dreams this week have been so disturbing that I could probably write my own horror story called, “Nightmares on Cedar Street.”  However, I did not wake from this evenings dream in shock or fear, but rather in laughter.  To save time and space, I’ll skip the boring details and jump to the element of this dream that keeps me giggling. 

As mentioned in my profile, I have two “furry four legged children,” Barnabas and PJ.  PJ sleeps with me every night.  In fact, when she is not curled up in the crook of my legs it is difficult to go to sleep.  On occasion, I dream she or Barnabas has escaped the confines of our yard and I am desperately trying to find them as they run wild across the town.  Tonight, I dreamed a large group of us had gone on a mission’s trip to teach in a school overseas.  We all lived in this enormous house where we shared a room with one or two other people, much like college dorms.  I had gone to bed, but could not sleep because PJ was not with me.  So, I got up and began to search for her.  Someone had let her and Barnabas out of the house and they had gotten out of the yard.  I was frantically searching for them.  Finally, I found her.  She was under the bleachers eating the remains of a birthday cake someone had discarded.  Apparently, among the discarded cake and party favors was a sound chip they use in the new birthday cards.  Oh, you know the ones I’m talking about!  They say and sing some of the most hysterical things!  Well, not only had PJ scarfed the cake, but she had also swallowed one of these sound chips.  Every time she moved the thing would go off!  It was awful!  I was worried about how she would be able to digest the thing…  Should I rush her to the emergency vet…?  Meanwhile, instead of her annoying bark, she continued to rattle off this warped sounding birthday greeting! 

What in the world?  Needless to say, when I woke up to her lying on my side, her head resting on my shoulder, and her snoring in my ear, I burst out laughing!  Again, I ask, what in the world?!?! 

Silly dog…  Silly me…  Silly dreams!  It had to be the pizza!    

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