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Bad dreams - Paint It Black
Living the American dream one heartbreaking piece at a time
Bad dreams
Aside from being on the "downer" side of the ride that comes from weekend work at the office and late hours laden with stress and caffeine, I had a bad dream this morning before I woke up for the day. For me bad dreams are not uncommon, but they're usually more on the order of a nightmare than what I experienced today.

This morning I dreamed that I was ... someplace ... and when I looked down and to the side? There was Diva walking towards me. There was no doubt who it was, she was complete with her muddled coat and curly-q tail. I called out to her, "Di-va," and she came walking over with that somewhat stumpy pace that she had. What got me was that as she walked her tail uncurled and flicked about, re-curled, uncurled and flicked, re-curled again. It was exactly the way I remember her doing a half-dozen times while she was alive. She got to my side, I was able to pet her a few times ... and then she was gone.

Then I woke up and cried, because I'd had her given back to me for a little while and just as quickly, just as inexplicably, she was taken away again.

They danced by the light of the moon

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From: neowolf2 Date: January 19th, 2014 06:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
You think that their
dying is the worst
thing that could happen.

Then they stay dead.

-- Donald Hall, "Distressed Haiku"

Edited at 2014-01-19 10:23 pm (UTC)
arphalia From: arphalia Date: January 21st, 2014 01:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Those kinds of dreams are so hard. *hugs tight*
miss_whiplash From: miss_whiplash Date: February 4th, 2014 04:35 am (UTC) (Link)
This hit a chord for me. It's over 10 years since I lost the dog who was my soul-mate and the hurt still comes back in sleep - never reduced, always raw. I wake in tears still.
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