I've been dreaming about puppies; a whole littler of puppies. Curled into balls with their eyes still closed. So small they could fit into the palm of your hand. I think their mother died and I was trying to figure out how I would have to feed them with a bottle until they were big enough to find decent homes for. The first one I picked up I held onto and never put down the entire time I tried to get the rest into a box to keep them warm. He started to grow at an incredible rate and before I knew it he was as big as a human baby curled around my torso. He felt so good and close and connected to me.

I'm not sure what all of that means but for some reason I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. My dreams are often times very intense and incredibly detailed. I try to tell other people about them but they usually think I'm crazy and going on forever, and then soon stop paying attention to what I'm saying. It's true, Chuck was right...I do talk a lot. Most of the time once I've started I notice after a while that I'm the only one still paying attention to me.