I don't remember much about my dream from this morning, except that Lillian and I were on a beach. She was sitting on a chaise lounge in the shade, reading a book, and I was sitting at a desk in the shade, doing something on a laptop.
It was laid-back and casual, but not our house. At least that's my fleeting impression.
And then I realized that Dante and Ceilidh were gone, that their pen had been filled with boxes, that their water bowl was empty, and that I needed to go get them before they got into trouble. That was all one split-second thought.
Dante was downstairs (?) and he was playing with/fussing with a box in the water, and I knew it must be something weird because he hates getting his feet wet. It was a big body of water, with boats.
So I went down to get him, I'd get Ceilidh later, she was farther away, but I didn't have anyplace to put him out of the sun since his pen was filled up. So I woke up with my fingers in his fur, bringing him upstairs.
I really miss him.
I have no idea what it means, so instead I'm going to leave you with this video of a balloon manta ray thingie that's pretty cool. The music is perfect, and I love the people driving past and in the offices that are simply oblivious to it. Isn't that true of a lot of the magic in the world?