Dreams

So, I came home last night. My last long night (I'm going back to part-time for a while), and boy was it hell . . . and when I got home, Austin had made dinner, washed dishes and cleaned the kitchen. I put down my purse, went over to him, swooned into his arms.

Me: Are you going to make all my dreams come true?

Austin: No. You told me about your dream with the werewolves. That's just crazy.

And so you know about the dream, I was Liv Moore from iZombie and I was investigating this mansion that was this frat house for werewolves. Gorgeous house. Too nice for a frat. I snuck in and was looking around. Then I heard one of the frat brothers come in, so I ducked into this closet, which was actually a room and it had a Christmas tree in the corner and cream-colored carpet. Cricket (our deceased dog) was there by a box for a 19" plasma TV. I saw her, scooped her up and just as I was about to climb out of the window, saw Cassie (our very alive and lively dog) hanging out under the Christmas tree. I said to myself I'd come back for Cassie and climbed out the window. Through the window, I could see Mouse (our cat) was also there. My eyes popped. "Now I'll really have to come back."