I dreamed about Spotlast night. The details are hazy, but I remember I was trying to navigate a group of 3 year-olds through something that resembled the Labyrinth. It was the dead of winter, and none of us had coats on. I kept trying to get the kids warm, and get them through this huge, frozen maze. I was totally freaking out, the kids were crying and falling to the ground.
Suddenly Spot shows up, wearing nothing but a T-shirt, Jeans and a baseball cap. He acts like the raging blzzard isn’t bothering him at all. He is so excited, and runs up to me.
“There you are! I’ve been looking for you forever,” Spot says.
I’m try to acknowledge his presence, but I’m in a life or death situation, so I basically half-listen to him. He’s asking me how I’ve been, how LB is, blah blah blah..like we’re having coffee. Then he asks if I want to go to dinner.
I turn on him and scream, “Can’t you see I’m trying to save the lives of these children? AND YOU”RE ASKING ME OUT ON A DATE?? I CAN”T DEAL WITH THIS RIGHT NOW!”
At that point he suddenly snaps into reality and says, “Oh God you’re right! I’m so sorry! Let me help you!”
He then gathers up all the kids, leads us through the blizzard and out of the Labyrinth to safety.