natfro
12-15-2005, 02:11 PM
I just wondered if any one else frequently has one of their furkids present in a dream.
I do. Unfortunately, they are more like nightmares most of the time. I've always been a little paranoid and overly protective (hey I am a big girl, I can admit that!) of Tabby.
Last night was a doosie. In the dream, hubby and I had to go somewhere but we left Tabby with a dogsitter (I think it may have been a family member-that part is fuzzy). I don't know exactly what happened, but Tabby got loose from this person. The person, in the dream, didn't call us to say "come immediately". The person just waited for us to get done, where ever we were, and arrive to pick her up. When we arrived the person said that Tabby had been missing for about 6 hours. Sheer panic in my dream, absolute hysteria. I couldn't find her, we looked and looked, I was just in this ungodly panic in the dream. I couldn't calm myself down.
Well I'll tell you what, I woke up in a panic, covered in sweat, breathing very hard, and I of course reach for my stack of pillows on the bed and start grasping and grabbing at everything until I felt her fur. She was sound asleep, burrowed in my pillows-like always. At this point I should go back to sleep, but no. I have to physically grab her, wake her up, flip on every light in the bedroom and look at every single bit of her little body.
This isn't my first one of these "bad dreams". I hate them. They totally add to my overprotectiveness. First of all I never leave Tabby with ANYONE, EVER. Secondly, she wouldn't run off. She's like velcro to me.
The bad ones are always the same, Tabby goes missing and I cannot locate her.
Now another dream I had was something to do with food. This was about a month ago on a Saturday morning. Hubby said he was leaving for work, came in to kiss me goodbye. He said both Tabby and I were sound asleep. He said "I love you, see you at noon", and he said I said "Okay, bring me and Tabby a fish sandwich". I don't remember it, but hubby wouldn't make up something that stupid, and I do talk in my sleep.
Being pregnant I am not sleeping all that well to begin with, then the Tabby dream. I just get back to sleep and Indy (ACD) decides to pick on Fred (cat) who WAS asleep, and Indy proceeds to get her butt whipped by the cat at 3am right in the middle of the darn bed.
I guess it's all part of life, if not for the furkids I would have no stories to tell! :rotfl:
I do. Unfortunately, they are more like nightmares most of the time. I've always been a little paranoid and overly protective (hey I am a big girl, I can admit that!) of Tabby.
Last night was a doosie. In the dream, hubby and I had to go somewhere but we left Tabby with a dogsitter (I think it may have been a family member-that part is fuzzy). I don't know exactly what happened, but Tabby got loose from this person. The person, in the dream, didn't call us to say "come immediately". The person just waited for us to get done, where ever we were, and arrive to pick her up. When we arrived the person said that Tabby had been missing for about 6 hours. Sheer panic in my dream, absolute hysteria. I couldn't find her, we looked and looked, I was just in this ungodly panic in the dream. I couldn't calm myself down.
Well I'll tell you what, I woke up in a panic, covered in sweat, breathing very hard, and I of course reach for my stack of pillows on the bed and start grasping and grabbing at everything until I felt her fur. She was sound asleep, burrowed in my pillows-like always. At this point I should go back to sleep, but no. I have to physically grab her, wake her up, flip on every light in the bedroom and look at every single bit of her little body.
This isn't my first one of these "bad dreams". I hate them. They totally add to my overprotectiveness. First of all I never leave Tabby with ANYONE, EVER. Secondly, she wouldn't run off. She's like velcro to me.
The bad ones are always the same, Tabby goes missing and I cannot locate her.
Now another dream I had was something to do with food. This was about a month ago on a Saturday morning. Hubby said he was leaving for work, came in to kiss me goodbye. He said both Tabby and I were sound asleep. He said "I love you, see you at noon", and he said I said "Okay, bring me and Tabby a fish sandwich". I don't remember it, but hubby wouldn't make up something that stupid, and I do talk in my sleep.
Being pregnant I am not sleeping all that well to begin with, then the Tabby dream. I just get back to sleep and Indy (ACD) decides to pick on Fred (cat) who WAS asleep, and Indy proceeds to get her butt whipped by the cat at 3am right in the middle of the darn bed.
I guess it's all part of life, if not for the furkids I would have no stories to tell! :rotfl: