The Strangest Dream Ever

Every morning from 5:30 on I drift in and out of sleep waiting for Quinn to wake me up. Correction - any morning that I do not need to get up for work or a training walk.

So, this morning I drifted in and out of sleep and dreams. The last dream I had involved Quinn being so excited to go into some building (it could have been my school), that he was running toward the front of the building, but he had to cross the street. So he's running (or rather, doing the toddler jog) and he trips over the curb and falls foward. What happened next I'll never know, because at that exact time Quinn actually woke up and started crying, waking me up from my dream.

Strange, huh?