Dream Journal

Last night, probably at the very hour that daylight savings quit, I was having the cutest dream!
Gross. I can't believe I typed "cute" on my blog.
Anyways, it starts out with me inheriting a "prize running kitten." It's like a prize running horse, but it's a kitten, right? A little gray kitten actually. And what did it run? The 400 (you know, that event in track and field when you sprint a lap). Who did it run against? Puppies. All kinds of puppies.
So we were there all staggered for the beginning of the race. I was standing next to the little gray fuzzball and in all the lanes around us were puppies and their owners. I didn't think we would do that well, because I was the only guy on the track with a kitten instead of a puppy, but once the gun went off I just started jogging along the side of the track and the kitten kind of bounded along next to me. Before I knew it, we were way ahead of the rest of the pack, which was weird because it didn't feel like we were going that fast--almost like a "Woops, we're winning!" I guess the puppies were very slow or very blind. Anyways, we were just leaving everyone  else in our dust so much that we were about to lap this old person with his bulldog puppy--which is incredible because it's impossible to lap anyone in the 400. Somehow, the owner stepped out to the left or something and stepped on the kitten's paw which made the poor little guy just collapse. I tried to encourage him to get up and finish the race, but eventually all the puppies were passing us up as the kitten was curled up in pain and mewing in a way that would make your heart just melt. So, I decided to pick him up and take him to the vet.
The vet's place was more like a newspaper stand run by a guy in a white coat, but he took the kitten and looked at him and declared him ok. He then set the kitten down and the little guy started bounding about like nothing ever happened. I was wondering if I had put too much pressure on him to win that race; he was just a kitten after all.
I then woke up thoroughly disappointed that reality hasn't yet caught up with my dreams of kittens-vs.-puppies races or puppies-dressed-as-cats races. It's just so adorable when they run! Eccckk... what a gushy post.
Notice the kitten never really got a name. What's that all about, Freud?
Anyways, I had this other cool dream a few weeks ago about how I did that thing that you only see in the movies or in the tv shows, you know when people are talking about you and all the sudden they turn around and there you were where there was nobody just a second ago. Like a Batman or a Rumpelstiltskin kind of trick. I felt so cool when I did it, because I saw one of my friends and his wife sitting at a table next to a fountain in some sort of mall and they were expecting me and they were debating whether or not they should even wait for me and then they turned away from the fountain and I jumped/glided down from the upper story I was on and landed quietly enough right on the edge of the fountain that they turned around and there I was just sitting there with one leg over the other and a smug look on my face thinking, "OH man, I just rocked your world!!!"
And that was the whole dream. Not  a whole lot of substance to it, but I can still say it's one of the best ones I've had in 2013. Probably second after prize racing kitten.