Yesterday I wrote about dreams and last night I dreamed, though judging from the brief fragment I remember not about what I wrote about. It was night, I opened the door from the house into the garage to see if the feral cats had enough water. I turned on the light and saw a small black and white beast. At first I thought it was a cat who had vanished about a year ago, but then I realized that it was a small dog. It had been eating the cat food and I had interrupted it. The dog stood perfectly still looking at me. I decided to turn off the light and close the door and let it finish its meal. That is all I recall of the dream, but that fragment has been stuck in my mind all day.
On impulse I searched dog dream son the Internets, though I don't put much store in dream interpretation. One site said that dreaming of a small dog indicates that your thoughts are too frivolous. Well, I certainly didn't need a dream to tell me that. Personally, I suspect that a dog appeared in my dream because in waking life I've been going on about the dog days of summer. It would please me greatly not to dream of dogs anymore.
I'm going to eat dinner early and then hope to sleep through the hottest part of the afternoon. What I'll do to get through the night I don't know.
