Last night (which was probably more like this morning, since I always dream right before I wake up), I had the craziest dream about my dogs, Kaylee and Camelot….but mostly Camelot. I don’t know about you, but I always have the most vivid dreams, and I always remember them pretty much every morning. Steve never remembers his dreams, and he thinks that he doesn’t dream at all….but that’s obviously not true, because everyone dreams or we’d all go crazy (or so I’ve heard). But every once in a while, I have a dream that is so vivid, that when I wake up I have to take a few seconds to check my surroundings and realize that it was in fact, just a dream.
Last night was one of those times.
The beginning of my dream started with me driving to pick up dinner at Panera. Only, when I got there, the Panera was mysteriously turned into a McDonalds. I spent a few minutes deciding what I could get at McDonalds that would be close to something I would get at Panera, and decided on a salad.
When I was on my way home, all of a sudden my car started beeping slowly. As I drove on the beeping got faster and faster — almost like a heart rate monitor when someone’s heart rate goes up. All of a sudden the beeping turned into one long beep (like when you flat line) and my car turned off. Apparently I had run out of gas.
I was able to coast into an empty parking lot, and called Steve to bring me some gas (we have a 5 gallon gas can at home that we use for the lawn mower). Suddenly, a white pickup truck pulled up and this weird old guy started trying to talk to me. I can’t remember what he was saying, but I know that I was definitely scared of him. And for some reason I was sitting on the ground with my back up against a wall instead of in my car….which is dumb. Why would I not wait in my car with the doors locked? Especially if there was a weird guy harassing me.
Anyway, the next thing I know, both of my dogs come running around the corner and sit next to me. Camelot practically laid on top of me, basically protecting me from the bad man. And I was wondering in my dream how on earth they got there. We have a fenced in back yard, so unless they hopped over the fence, there is no way they’d somehow run away from our house. And even if they did somehow get out, how did they know where I was? I was over a mile away from home!
I called Steve again to see if he had brought them with him for some reason when he came to put gas in my car, but he said that he hadn’t even left yet because he couldn’t find the gas can.
So the dogs waited with me and protected me until Steve finally arrived and I was able to drive home.
But the dream wasn’t over! When I got home, I saw that the wind had blown a huge hole in our backyard fence, which explains how the dogs got out. And when I looked closer, I noticed that a huge black bear was in our yard! (Which doesn’t make sense either, because I’m sure there aren’t any black bears in Tennessee).
Somehow, Camelot had gotten back there with the bear and was fighting it! I tried to yell at the bear to make him go away, and I clapped my hands really loudly, but still they kept on fighting. Finally, the bear must have gotten tired and ran away.
I ran over to Camelot to check him for injuries, and really only saw some cuts and scratches. But then, he turned his head toward me and I saw this huge, gaping claw mark running from the top of his head, through his eye and down through his lip.
That’s when I woke up. And this morning, I had to hug Camelot for several minutes and tell him what a good boy he was for protecting his mommy from the scary man AND the huge black bear. He didn’t know why I was hugging him and giving him love, he just knew that he liked it. THE END.