Last night I had one of those amazingly realistic dreams. One of those you almost could swear actually happened. I could see details, have conversations with people, interact completely with my enviroment, the interior of buildings made complete sense and could be entered and exited normally, sound effects were normal (even heard a brand new song and the words were really funny...but, sorry, can't remember them). It featured Jonnene and I throughout the entire dream and it was great. We were spending the weekend somewhere, I know it was along a river since I remember seeing levees near our hotel. We drove there, checked in...the place had a nice interior lobby with columns and curtains along the walls. We had gotten a 2-room suite. I remember a washer-dryer in a pantry area. We did things like go to a park, plenty of walking to places I can't remember now, and we definitely had a meal at some restaurant nearby. It was great to spend time with her even if it was a dream. It felt like she was really there. So it was a great two days vacationing somewhere...wish I knew where!
My animals came with us (sorry, Jonnene, I didn't see Sophie anywhere). Farley, my black Lab, was his usual self, walking around, sleeping, getting lots of love from the two of us, of course! But here was the odd thing: my black cat, Taz, wasn't there. My old yellow-tab, Toulouse, was there instead. I had had Toulouse for 10 years before he disappeared in June of 2001. He didn't come with us to the hotel though. I was out with Farley in this semi-wooded field near the hotel when I looked over and there he was, just sitting there, scratching his shoulder with a hind leg. I recognized him immediately and said, "Toulouse, what are you doing here?" He meowed and walked over to me, and I picked him up to my shoulder like I always did where we were eye-level to each other. He just had that look that said I've just been catting around as usual. Even Farley came over, gave him a sniff, and wagged his tail as he recognized him, too. I introduced him to Jonnene and we got to hang out for a while. It was nice to see him again. He hadn't changed a bit, still had that attitude, the crooked tip of his tail, those gray-green eyes....all of his characteristics were there.
Then the alarm went off, I woke up, and I was sad that the dream was over. I cried. I miss that stupid cat.
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