Awful dreaming

I slept horribly last night, not really falling asleepasleep until 6 or 7 – at which point I dreamt that Jen and Dan had a party up at their new place in Rogers Park, and the new apartment was part of a renovated high school, so when we got there we went to the gym to watch a high school basketball game. I decided to leave early, so I went back to their apartment to grab my stuff. My arms were both full, so I had to leave their door open. The hallway was unfinished, and there wasn’t a railing around the balcony that overlooked the floor below. Jen and Dan’s beagle puppy ran out the front door, briefly changed into a white fluffy kitten, then back into a beagle, and out of fright careened around the balcony space and leaped off the edge. I could hear it -thunk- on the floor below, and ran down the steps to see if it was OK. I couldn’t find it, and then I surprised it around a corner, and it was scared and jumped off THAT floor to the floor below. I’m in hysterics because I’m slowly killing Jen and Dan’s dog. I run down the flight of stairs and find the dog waiting patiently for me. He has little spatters of blood all over his coat, but he acts fine. I look at his eyes to check for dilation, but he seems fine.

Then I woke up, and it was 9:16. I don’t know what happened to my alarm.

No Sonya, don’t hurt me!