They come to us in our dreams

I had a dream last night, this morning. I was renting an apartment from my great-aunt, and her upstairs tenant wanted a dog. I had to house sit for them, so I brought them Cubby, or they already had Cubby or something. Anyway, somehow, he got out. The first time he came back pretty much immediately. Then he got out again. And I couldn't find him, and he didn't come back. I searched for him frantically. I couldn't find him. I was so sad. The people came home, and then I found him! He was so happy to see me. Gave me kisses and sat in my lap. :-) I gave him to the people, and then Glory (a dog at work) was there, and I looked out the window, and both dogs were allowed to be loose in the yard, and they were playing, running around. But the neighbors, Cubby's family, came to me because they needed training help. They didn't think they could keep him. I wanted to help them, but I was so excited that they might decide not to keep him. If they didn't keep him, I had decided that I would adopt him, even if I had to live at my great-aunts for the rest of his life. It kind of caught me by suprise. I woke up and went back to sleep and was still in the same dream. When my alarm went off, I hit snooze so that I could try to go back into the dream and spend more time with him. More time. Morning came to fast I guess. I don't know what happened in the dream. I never got past deciding to take him. I wish I could go back in to find out how the story ends. It was like watching a good movie, you are just dying to see what happens next. I guess its just not meant to be though. Liz says that when we dream about the deceased, it usually means they have come to us and are with us and are trying to communicate. I don't know if the same goes for dogs, but I do know that I miss him, and that I was soo happy when he was happy to see me. Ok, I'm late for work now, so off I go.