Wow, I just had (and remembered having) no less than
four distinct dreams, seperated by brief periods of wakefulness before going back to sleep. I mean, I probably always have lots of dreams, but I either don't remember them, only remember one, or just remember them all as one big, long stream of dream.
But no, these ones were completely seperate. I only really remember the last one, but the first was me attempting to rescue some Bay12er from something after reading a post from them on the Sad thread, (
) the second I was this duck-person in some futuristic army (think that old mighty ducks cartoons, infact I was based off an action figure I had from that show) trying, along with a human comrade, to convince another duck trooper (this one thin with long blonde hair, whilst I was the big beefy one) to re-enlist at the end of our tours of duty instead of going off as he planned to work in a fast-food restaurant with his sweetheart, (
) the third one I don't really remember at all, (
) and in the fourth and final one (which I remember much more clearly) I was working in a bookstore owned and run by my family, chatting to customers, helping them find books and tidying things up and such, and my two old cats (one who passed away last year at a ripe old age after being with me pretty much my whole life, and one who disappeared a year or two before that when I was overseas) were out by the side of the shop, lazing about on this shelf/table thing and occasionally looking in through the windows at the customers, getting the attention of the incredibly old, kindly Russian couple who had been going through the store, looking at old books and reminiscing on the various stories they'd had a part in over their long lives.
And then as the last of the customers left the shop I (and various undefined family members) closed up the shop, cuddled my cats and left, waking up as I did so. As I was waking up, very happy from a nice dream, I was thinking something along the lines of, "oh, that was a nice dream! I think I'll go hang around outside with the cats, today," only to remember once I'd woken up that they were long gone.
So I went from being very happy to sad in such a short moment of time. It's always the problem with the best dreams, isn't it? You just don't want to wake up...