Dreamus Interuptus

As you may suspect, that cute little profile pic of me is not me at all. It's our little girl, Jersey. She's a beagle mix of some sort that joined our family a little over three years ago. Timid little thing, but sweet and adorable none the less.

Adorable until she eats something she's not supposed to eat and gets the shits.

We took our normal early evening walk yesterday and after she ate her dinner, I found her crying by the door. Never a good sign. We went out to our normal spot and she let loose - grunting - very confused. She's good for one of these episodes two or three times a year.

She made it until 330AM and then it was game on. I kept clothes next to the bed so I could spring up like a fireman and roll out, alarms blaring. I think we went three or four times over the next few hours. 500AM I had to get my wife up to help, I was exhausted. Good times. As I type - she's staring at me, looking to go again.

Needless to say, I didn't have much time for dreaming, though I did have a particularly terrifying one somewhere between the doggy trotts.


6/23 -

I was in a house with my mom. It was a new house and she was having some work done. There were about a half dozen workers running around. It was time for me to go so I kissed her goodbye and went on my way. About one block from the house, I could hear a huge thump and blood curdling scream... it was mom. I ran back and threw the front door open - I yelled for her and she screamed for my help. It had been so bright outside that when I went back inside the house, I literally couldn't see anything and for the life of me, my eyes would not adjust. She kept yelling for me and I could hear the workers yelling at each other to take care of me, too. As I tried desperately to work my way through total blindness to find my mom, I started taking hits to the body with a bat. It wasn't long before one found my temple and I went down, helpless, drifting in and out of consciousness all the while listening to my mom scream for help.