Stupid Mutt
I had a dream just before I woke up this morning. In the dream I was back in my parent's house, in my old bed. It was starting to rain outside and I could hear my mother bringing in our dog, Gremlin. He must have started his usual begging for tea and toast when I hear my mother say "Go get Marmalade." I then heard him thundering up the stairs, making a huge amount of noise the way only a small dog can. He threw open my bedroom door and did his usual putting his 2 front paws and head on my bed, waiting for permission to jump up. I told him to "c'mere" and he hauled himself up on the bed. He then proceeded to do his "Oh JOY!" dance around and on top of me. This dance involves everything from his neck down behaving like a tail, wiggling back and forth while he moves his paws in a tap dance. He pulls his ears down so low that his head looks flat, an invitation to pet him.
Around this point the dream switched a bit, I was no longer in my bed in my parents house but my bed here, now. We heard a dog bark so I arranged pillows to raise him up so he could look out the window and as usual, he stepped on me and tried to sit on my head so I shoved him aside.
I woke up very gradually from this dream, to the point where I searched for a second to see where on the bed he had settled himself. I swear I could smell damp dog fur.
I cried for a few minutes when I remembered he died years ago.
Posted by Marmy on June 21, 2006 11:24 AM
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My girl Po the cat died last year. I have those dreams. Where she is laying on my chest happily trying to groom my hair for me, reassure me, or whathaveyou....Just like she is still here. Bittersweet. I like how marmalade goes with begging for tea and toast in your dream...
Posted by: Joan at June 21, 2006 12:20 PM
One of the first two cats I had, Stanley, died when I was in grade 10. Every couple of years, I have a dream about her, and she looks old, and frail, but happy, and it is still 100 percent her. The dreams are always like "Oh, there you are..I haven't seen you in a while, and you are REALLY old, but there you are after all". I always feel like I've had a visit with her after those dreams.
Posted by: mano at June 21, 2006 02:32 PM
i still dream about the rabbits. (there is a pseudo-intellectual literary private joke about Gary Sinise in that sentence that only Marmalade and Toast are gonna get) but, yeah, i'm still the bunny king in those dreams. needing to save them, feeling helpless. sniff sniff. thanks alot Gary Sinese... bastard.
Posted by: joe at June 28, 2006 06:52 AM
I love wonderfully vivid dreams like that, even with the sad realization upon waking that it wasn't real. But still the emotion and/or experience sits with you as if it were, and you know what, it's like having them back again.
So...
Toast smells like wet fur huh?
Posted by: graig at June 28, 2006 03:37 PM