No more, no more....

[lithera]

So after Jamie's bash, I went home and slept and had the worst dream I've had in years. I woke up crying. In my dream some guy in a very crazy looking car ran over my dog. On purpose. Aimed for him and sped up and everything. I picked up my whimpering dog and carried him to the vet. The vet looked at Bruno (my poor departed love puppy) and just mutely shook his head.

Apparently I have pet issues because when I first got my turtle I sat there and watched him to make sure he was going to come up for air.

Last night's dreams, though I don't specifically remember them, seem to have left me with this vague feeling of unease and dread.