The Last Days of August

Dream Journal Updates

I can hardly believe that an entire week has passed since I was last here. I  knew full well that the Daily posts that were coming in were piling up on top of each other and the amount of tabs I had open . . . it was unbelievable. Such a word adequately describes my dreams as of late. From Friday through Monday, I slept better than I ever had before. I felt safe. I didn’t feel like I was alone. This didn’t happen last night (Tuesday). I slept late like normal but my brother was using my laptop to work on his assignment while I delved into the life of Quintus Horatius Flaccus. But, as I still do not have the greatest amount of time to spare, I shall cut the waffle and preach about my dreams.

Last night, although I didn’t sleep well, my dreams had no cause in this as they were of my three dogs. They had developed the ability to fly and were jumping off the stairs, swooping down to scare the cat, then pinching the food off the counter. After that, the next one would go. I have the distinct image of my little white dog, Snowy, leaping off the top step, backflipping down the stairs and crashing into Daffy and Thistle who were waiting at the bottom for him.

As for the rest of my dreams, I’m afraid that they occurred too far back for me to remember. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t dream on those peaceful nights I mentioned earlier. However, what I think I dreamt of was of my companion there by my side, and I don’t know how to react to that. I normally have issues with physical contact. I place great meaning in it and so I tend to avoid any touch, yet squeezing the life out of my companion is very much juxtaposed to this position. Yet, that makes me appreciate her all the more.

Wakes out

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