wheelchair

My female owner must have been so traumatised by her extended jog last night (she was reportedly close to tears when she found out, after cooling down, that she was at the wrong pit stop. The correct end point was more than 1km away and she had to jog there by hook or by crook) that it showed in her dreams.

She dreamt that she was told by her pastor that she had to remain in a wheelchair for a period of time…. And that she was not even allowed to stand. My female owner must have had the sub-conscious fear that she had overworked her dodgy knee in the run, even though it didn’t hurt at all. She remembered thinking in her dream “now I am like one of my aged care residents”

*pat pat*

All's good. It's just a dream...

fight

My female owner woke up from a mini nightmare yesterday. When I heard about it, I froze with fear for quite a while. That's why I haven't been writing.

My female owner dreamt of me. No, it's not that I'm scary okay. In her dream, my face was swollen, with streaks of dried blood. My eyes were puffy to the point that I could not open them. It was as though I got beaten up in a gang fight.

Don't ask me why she had such a dream. I'm an angel at home. I don't get into squabbles with any of my siblings (they usually leave me alone) AND besides, we are so peace-loving, we don't fight with one another like how humans do.

I only hope that her nightmare won't come true.