Last night I had the first remembering dream of Spike. I was drifting in and out of the waking world and the dream world, if you will. I remember in the dream seeing a quiet room, with beige walls. In the far left corner was a table lamp, softly lighting the area. One couch for each wall. On the right wall and the farthest wall, were unrecognizable people sitting with their pets. On the left couch was Spike sitting comfortably by himself. His forpaws were just over the edge of one of the cushions.
My dream portrayed him as laying on his stomach. With a healthy coat. Tail contouring one side of his body. Head raised and level, looking straight me. Not one meow. Infact there was no noise from anything in the room. The look given to me by him is that look of when a cat had finished his or her meal and then rests.
I've have been so afraid of my sleep and the dreams it would bring since a few weeks ago. I was even more afraid of waking to the reality should I dream of him. Though last night in this dream, I made no attempt to enter this room. We just looked at each other for the time I had in the dream before returning to the waking world. I feel like I should have felt fooled upon returning to a complete awoken state of mind but, I didn't. I was left with this feeling of gladness somewhat upon returning to the waking world. I feel uncomfortable with that a little because, I really do miss him and I guess I sort of feel like there is something wrong with me over that. I miss my him yet, I remember smiling at him. It wasn't painful.
Is there something wrong with me?
Does anyone else know what this is like?