Had a dream about Ziggy this morning. I realized it was a dream, to a certain extent.
I have "lucid" dreams to varying degrees - from full on control of a dream, to just only realizing I'm dreaming.
Ziggy and I were out for a walk and I needed to get him some water. We went to a strangers house and knocked on the door.
The lady went to get a bowl and returned with a big bowl with dog turds in it and filthy. I was holding onto Ziggy with one hand and trying to turn on her hose with the other, when suddenly Ziggy was gone.
I panicked. Where's my dog -- oh no! I started racing up and down the streets and found him.
When I found him, that's when I figured out I was dreaming. I looked him over to make sure it was Ziggy. I said to myself - that's Ziggy, but this isn't real. I know you died, Ziggy.
Then I prayed to God and said I don't mind - I'll take it. I'll take this Ziggy and I'd like to stay here with him. Soon after that, I woke up.