Snowy visit in September

I dreamt of my girl last night.

It was a little surreal... but then, it was a dream, after all.

The Boy and his friend Frodo were playing in the back yard, in an inch or two of snow. We were inside watching from the living room. I looked over to the corner of the room, and at the other end of that wall of windows, there stood Cub.


She was standing in the snow, but in our living room, which seemed to be perfectly normal, given the situation. She watched the boy dogs play in the yard, and she watched us watching her, too.

I still miss her, but I'm glad she came for a visit.

Stressed much?

So, in the middle of the night last night, I woke up and The Alpha was asking me what kind of dream I was having. I'm a known sleep-talker, so while this occurrence doesn't happen regularly, it's not too surprising, either. I couldn't remember anything I'd been dreaming at all. But I really wish I could've, because here's what The Alpha told me I said in my sleep:

"We need to start a [expletive deleted] insurrection."

A couple of hours later, when the alarm went off, I awoke with quite the knotted-up neck and shoulders. It was so bad that the skin on top of the muscles was burning. Hasn't been like that in years. After an hour-long massage tonight, I'm better, but not well.

I'm just wondering where I'm supposed to be, and when. You know, for the ***ing insurrection.