As I was dozing this morning, I dreamed that Nancy came over and when she left, she took all my allergy meds. That is, she only ingested one pill, but she took the rest of the bottle and both boxes of over-the-counter remedies with her. Somewhere in her house, Nancy has a drawer full of allergy medication belonging to other people. What an antihistamine addict.

That dream faded into another where, in the course of leaving for work, Alan left the dog outside. My dog isn't allowed outside alone, or off his leash (the "pupstring"). This was one of those dreams that had chunks of reality, or connotations thereto, woven through it because I'd been half-awake through most of Alan's morning routine and talked to him a couple of times. So although I was sure I'd dreamt that part, when I got up I couldn't relax unti I'd found my little dog, cuddled him and kissed his wee black nose, to reassure myself. Of course, even though on most mornings it's all I can do to avoid tripping over the dog and it takes some acrobatics to remain upright, THIS morning he was nowhere to be found. He wouldn't answer when I called. I was working quickly through the anxiety scale right up to "frantic" even though I knew, I KNEW, I had been dreaming, when finally he crawled out from under the love seat and looked at me like, "What? What? Is there a problem?"

MONTOYA DELENDA EST!