Every so often, I have a dream about owning a puppy or a kitten. Like my Hitler assassination dream, it’s a recurring one.
Last night, I dreamed of not only owning a puppy or a kitten, but taking both on at the same instance, in time for Christmas. Oh, and the living room downstairs was finally habitable again.
I’m not the only one that would like a furry companion or two romping about the house, Paul keeps having the odd dream about owning a dog or a cat too. Though we don’t dream about this on the same night.
Waking up this morning, it was horrible to realise that it had all been just a dream. Damn wish fulfilment dreams, always getting your hopes up.
What I’d really like for Christmas is a cat or a dog, but sadly I doubt it will happen anytime in the near future. Apart from the issue of trying to figure out whether I would be allergic to a pet’s fur or not (I have funky nasal allergies and have to use a nasal spray everyday, full of steroids, in order to function).
And seeing as how I work from home, it’s not like a pet would be alone for a lot of the time… I’ll just have to keep dreaming for now.