Reverie.

When it comes to dreaming, I can honestly say that I rightfully deserve the trophy for most random collaborated story lines. Let me start by saying that I am, and always have been, a huge animal person - not  literally, but I love animals and if I could, I would have fifteen different sanctuaries for abandoned and abused animals.

Phase two of my point: My friend called me last night, expressing that there were six tiny kittens wobbling across the parking lot of a restaurant, underneath a dumpster. At this point I am beyond sad and feeling desperate to save them. I immediately wrote to our local SPCA telling them about the kittens, and guess what they wrote back? Guess!

"Sad. That's what happens when pets aren't neutered or spayed."

Really? Thanks for that, SPCA.

In my mind I like to think that they are investigating as we speak, but when I went to bed last night, apparently I was bothered.

I had a dream that I had to try and save hundreds of puppies from aggressive disease infected older dogs. I have never been so panicked in my life. This morning when I woke up, I could barely breathe and even now, writing this on my tissue, dayquil and g2 clad home desk, I am thinking about those little kittens. I may or may not need to make a rescue attempt later.