Last night I had a dream.
I dreamt that my dream had finally come true. Uh, I mean my dream of flying - not the dream I was having at the time. Y'know, when I was sleeping. Which was about flying, so maybe it's all the same thing.
Anyway. In my dream (the sleeping one) I could fly. Well, I guess it was kinda more like floating than flying because I wasn't going very fast. More like a balloon than a bird or a kiteboarder. But I was still in the air and everything else was still on the ground. And that was cool.
Wish I could explain how it felt to fly or float or whatever I was doing in my dream, because it was the best feeling ever. Better than cookies (yes, people - cookies are a feeling when you're a pug). Better than toys. Better than chewing on a cow ear in the wilderness. I felt free.
I wanted to sleep forever, wanted to stay in my dream and keep flying. But the early morning YAP! YAP! YAPPING of the demon chihuahuas next door woke me up and ruined everything (I'm really starting to hate them). I'm back to being a land pug again.
Now that I know how it feels to fly, I HAVE to do it. For real. So I'm making Operation Kitty Hawk my #1 priority. After sleeping and eating and playing and blogging, I mean.