While I Was Asleep

I had two dreams last night: In one, I was riding a bike carrying Piney in a kind of back sling, and at some point I worried that he had dropped out so I felt around for him. When I touched him, he bit me, and I gave him a light slap on the head in retaliation. He gave me a hard, disdainful look then jumped out of the sling and across a huge, like 8-lane freeway and into oblivion. I chased after him, trying to call Ira, but I had accidentally downloaded a program that made any icon I tried to touch on my phone explode, and that program/app disappear. Including the PHONE one. By the time I had crossed the freeway, P was far out of sight. That’s when I woke up. In the second dream we had a pet muskrat or gopher or hedgehog or one of those kind of scrumfy gray animals with a fat body and long nose? And it was a puppet, but alive (stay with me here). It slept on the bed with us. Ira had already gone to work and I saw it suddenly breathing really hard and fast, then suddenly the breathing stopped, and I realized our pet hedgehog puppet had died, and I felt both sad and relieved. And also guilty about feeling relieved.

Good thing I don’t believe in premonitions! Because the other one of those that I had was that Piney would die in June 2010.