Last night I dreamed that I was about to leave the houe on a busy day, to find an Asian lady in my kitchen who had come to clean. (We do not have a cleaning lady.)

It took several minutes to get that straight. Then I went to the laundry room she'd entered through, to get Faulkner who sleeps there now, to put him out safely in the dog run so he would not pull one of his great escapes. I didn't want him to get run over on our road. But it turned out she'd already let him escape.

I went on out to the back porch to see if he was there, because sometimes (IRL) he doesn't know he's actually loose right away. I saw him sniffing around on the ground, as I looked through the the bushes. So I started talking to him to keep him nearby, as I went off the back steps onto the ground to circle around to where he was.

As I went down and around, I began to realize that Faulkner is not that color, nor is he shaped like that, nor is he that small.

It was Enid, of course. She didn't know where Fualkner was. She was too busy to come in just then, herself.

I was so worried about Faulkner that it woke me up.

~Susan