I lead an extremely exciting life.
Generally this excitement occurs while I am attempting to sleep. Lately I am not getting a whole lot of sleep, so when I do sleep, the dreams I get are of the strange variety.
Last night's cinema soma was no different.
I get some seriously strange dreams and sometimes some truly awful ones. Thankfully, last night's dreams were just weird and kinda funny.
Last night, I dreamed that I was standing in the hallway looking into the kitchen. The view was pretty impressive as I was watching Gypsy stand on her hind legs and prepare a Thanksgiving dinner.
Not normally known for her culinary skills, in my dream Gypsy was wearing these little red clogs, a miniature set of gold reading glasses perched on her snout, she was attired in a tiny chef hat and an apron and was working her paws to the bone making dressing and preparing the rub for the turkey which Rick would be cooking in the garbage can outside.
It didn't seem too odd while I was sleeping and I even woke myself up asking Rick if after the lovely dinner if Gypsy had "cleaned it all up" and eaten the rest of the turkey. At least I think I woke up. Hmm. In my dream -- or perhaps when I was talking in my sleep or sleeping in my talking, at this point I am not sure -- I remember asking Rick what Gypsy did with the leftovers. I was informed that she ate them. She had made cold turkey sandwiches.
That also didn't seem too odd because Gypsy is a chow hound who thinks Rick's garbage can turkey is a food group all by itself. Come to think of it, I agree with her.
The part about this dream that seemed odd was my recollection that Gypsy's tiny barbecue apron looked suspiciously like mine complete with a tiny cow emblazoned across the bib part of the apron.
As I reflect upon the dream, the chef hat on her head did seem kind of funny. It was perfectly matched for size for her head! Gypsy looked very much like a professional chef with that hat on and I don't think I've ever seen any that tiny anywhere.
I guess I still haven't seen any that small since it happened in my dream.
The only thing that truly puzzles me today upon being awake is just where did Gypsy find her shoes?
Mass merchandisers don't have a large shoe section for dogs. I've never seen anything but dog booties for the cold and those are only in the pet only types of stores or on the internet.
The Gypsy shoes looked really comfortable and I wouldn't even have minded having some of them being just like the ones on Gypsy's feet, red and all, so long as they were in my correct size and didn't hurt my feet. I've never taken her shoe shopping and I must confess the thought never crossed my mind since Gypsy is generally bare-pawed as she prances all over the place. She's never expressed a shoe preference before...
Well, strange dreams are all well and good, but the kicker was when she could talk. That would be pretty awesome since it's usually me and her alone unless Jared's out of school. Then again, having her be able to talk might change the dynamic in the kitchen as Gypsy demanded more high grade foods to prepare for supper.
I sure hope I was dreaming since we are only having pork chops and I haven't seen any tiny red clogs in the kitchen... yet.
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