Rob, his sister Faye, her husband Brent, and I were lounging on the beach. The bottom half of our bodies were sitting in the water, our top half in the sun. We were all smoking. Faye was trying to talk us out of adopting a three-legged dog. She heard that three-legged dogs fall down a lot. We're still not convinced. Rob says he has gone poo in his shorts.
I hear Hudson crying.
The craziest part of this crazy dream? It seemed sooooo real!
It's 4am. I tell my sleepy husband about my dream.
I think he wants me to go back to sleep.
I drift off, thinking that I will blog about it in the morning.