I dreamt that I was in my house (which didn’t look at all like my house), talking to someone whom I don’t know in real life, but I knew in my dream. Hubby came by and opened the door to let the dogs out. Both Basil and Carrie went out, and we kept talking. Then I realized that he had opened the door to the front yard and not to the fenced-in backyard.

We ran into the front yard and called the dogs. The yard was not really my yard, but in my dream I accepted it as my yard. Anyway, we called the dogs, and we managed to get a hold of Basil. He is older and slower (so we rationalized in my dream), and we were able to grab him. No matter how hard we looked, Carrie was gone. I started crying. Carrie was gone for good. She didn’t have an ID on, as I'd taken off her collar because she had a horrible heat rash from it. (This really is true right now. Carrie and Basil are walking around without collars. We tease them and tell them that they are naked. LOL.) I cried so hard. I missed my Carrie and was imagining how she must be feeling not being with me. (Carrie, in real life, is really very attached to me. She is my Velcro dog.) Then hubby mentioned that we had the dogs microchipped, and she would be returned to me once their Vet found out that she is our dog. I felt better and woke up. Carrie, who usually sleeps by my foot, was snuggled up next to me. I wonder whether she felt that I was having a bad dream. I was so happy to see her next to me. I hugged and kissed her.

The video I am presenting here, unless you speak Portuguese, will not do much for you. I was reminded about this old Brazilian song of my youth when I was looking at pictures to post in my http://spicedogs.blogspot.com blog. While looking for the right picture, I stumbled on this one:




It immediately reminded me of the old-fashioned-turn-of-the-century street gas lights. The song that is featured in the video is exactly about street gas lights and how thinking about it, the poet gets nostalgic for the good old days of quieter life styles, grandmas sitting on rockers, and the grandiose city of São Paulo still being a small city, yet a large city in the person's heart. The singers are old people (I know that Inezita—the woman—is in her 80s) who still have powerful voices. If, for nothing else, enjoy their voices.

I love this commercial: