It is 4:16 and I am hard at work (perhaps hardly). I am listening to Carmina Burana. Oh for more tuna. There is something fishy about that last sentence.
So I had a weird dream the other night. Here is what I remember.
I am walking through my house when I look out a window and realize that there is a secret balcony just outside the window. I look out and see about 10 dogs and several bird feeders. I step out onto the balcony and play with the dogs. One of the dog is hanging on my arm by his teeth, but it does not leave a mark or hurt. I sit down and the dogs turn into children. For whatever reason, they come with the house. They ask me if I am their father now and I tell them yes.
I hear Jenn calling me to go to dinner. I head back in through the window and the children start to follow me. I tell them that their place is on the balcony and we will put food out for them. They are not allowed in the house.
I wake up.