I had a dream that I found the most beautiful place in the World. I walked away from my house, towards the far pond, until I found it. We found a mountain and I climbed higher than I've ever climbed before. When we reached the top we looked out over a field that seemed to never end, and I saw something lovely. There was a single deer in the field, being chased by two dogs. Two dogs that I had lost, one that I knew in reality, one only in my dream. My dog Sandy, who died a little over a month ago, was chasing the deer. I called her and she came and she was beautiful. The other dog was a stranger, but I knew her anyway. And I loved them both. And I thanked God that I found them. And I took them back home and we loved them.
Its only dreams that make me jealous of the lives that I don't live.
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