Thoughts

I have decided that on days when I do not have a picture to share I will share a thought instead. That way I will not have to skip as many posts. Today's thought started with last night's dream. In this dream I was at my grandparents' town with my grandmothers. I was the age I am now but they insisted on taking me and my brother to a children's show. When we got there it was an outdoor play. I was not watching because I was searching the crowd. There were tons of people and my students kept popping up. I was yelling at them to get out of my grandmother's town but they would not listen. I'm not sure if they could hear me because I made my brother run away from them with me. Meanwhile my grandmothers kept looking at us and smiling. When we got to the outside of the crowd I started getting attacked by a small fluffy dog. I was screaming and yelling and everyone around me kept saying how friendly the dog was. They were not seeing that he was biting at my legs. How come everyone assumes you're crazy when you tell them you don't enjoy dogs? Apparently it happens in life and in dreams.