||[Aug. 20th, 2018|07:35 am]
I had a brief dream last night that I was a dog. Like, my point of view was dog-height off the floor, my vision was bad, and my sense of smell was awesome. And anyway, I was snuffing around an airport at a baggage carousel, and suddenly, instead of carrying bags, the carousel started carrying pieces of pizza and open jars of peanut butter. And I ate them all with joy in my little doggy heart.|
That was it.
I like the idea that I got some random dog's dream. Which would mean that some random dog ended up with a dream meant for me, and its little doggy mind is completely blown this morning.