So this morning my mom woke me up to babysit, which I do around 4 am. I had been having a good dream, but it makes me sad thinking about it cuz I wish it was real. So a couple years ago, my family had to put down our twelve-year-old Boston terrier- shitzu mix (we got him on valentines day 2004,I was born a month later) , because his back deteriorated and snapped. My dream was that there was a dog that looked just like him in the front (solid black) minus the missing eye, until he moved so I could see his back and it was white with black splotches. I ran down the stairs to him and became running to me as if he new me and I started crying because I never thought I'd see my dog again. And even though it didn't look like the same dog, I new it was. And that's when my mom woke me up. I now sit awake (I usually take a nap while I wait for the kids to wake up) unable to get the dream out of my head along with the urge to cry(which I have managed to keep back)