I had the worst dream last night. Normally I love dreaming because, if you have been around here long enough, you know they are weird and fun. Last night’s dream was awful. The worst part about it was that it seemed real. Looking back on it now, there were signs that it was a dream, but I didn’t really catch them at the time.

The dream:

I was in some country town at a vet to take Simba for something routine. I went out the backdoor and realized that I was trapped in a fenced-in area and had to crawl under a fence to get through. Simba was in his carrier. All of a sudden I heard the screech of tires and a horrible wail of pain. I looked back and saw a teenager in a car, with Simba under a tire. The kid was freaked out and called his mom. He was talking about how there was no vet nearby, which was weird since it was right there.

I put Simba back in the carrier. The front gate on it was off, which I surmised was how he escaped. I was mad at myself for not checking it and re-checking it before I left the vet, which is something I always do. I carried Simba in and they asked me if I had ever been to that vet. Kind of weird they were being so routine since I was carrying in a gravely wounded animal and I had just been in there 10 minutes before.

I was told that I was lucky because the surgeon just finished with a patient. At that point a man with a bandaged head came out and I was told there is no people ER nearby so they treat people, too. Reminded me of Baby Boom where she confides in the doctor she was taken to, only to find out he was a vet. They took Simba in and I had to wait.

Then I was told that he was going to die. They put him on a window ledge thing like the ones we have here, I guess so he could die in peace? Then I got to go over and pet him. He seemed perfectly fine and I remarked to someone there that I had thought it was a dream, but I must have been wrong. Then I asked for a brush, because being brushed is Simba’s favorite thing. Simba looked into my eyes as I brushed him and I started crying. I woke up and I was crying for real.

I got out of bed and went toward the bathroom. Simba was sitting on the toilet (lid down of course) and gave me a hearty, “MEEEEOOOOOWWWW!” I gave him a big hug (which he hates) and he looked at me like I was a little nutty.
Hey, lady! Quit your crying and get me some treats!

As I have been typing this post, Simba has come over and jumped on my desk. He has always been pretty in tune with my emotions. He has always come to cuddle with me when I am sad, etc. (even though he really hates to cuddle). He must have realized I was upset by my dream and came over to help.