I had a dream last night that Brandon and I bought a condo at a place where it turned out to be more of a spring break co-ed dorm than a quiet grown-up residence.
Despite the commotion, I took my pet piglet named Mike for a walk.
Yes. A pet piglet. Named Mike.
When I came back from a trek through the pool party going on in the middle of the complex, something horrible happened in the condo. I don’t want to talk about it. It was bad enough for me to wake up with a start and a gasp.
I told Brandon this when I pretty much woke both of us when I cried out just before waking.
“Did someone eat Mike?”, he asked.
“Did YOU eat Mike?”
“But he’s cute. And made of meat…”
Alas. Our favorite Avatar: The Last Airbender reference.
I didn’t go back to sleep but I wasn’t upset any more. Gotta love my hubby for that.