Dreamin'

Its Sunday, 4am and I'm wide awake.  I woke up because I had a bad dream.  I was at the shopping mall, had parked my car, and when I came out, found out it was stolen.  Its odd how little details are all wrapped up in dreams.  I was in Cupertino, CA, at Vallco shopping center, which I remember because I had to call the police.  I can still see the empty parking space, because "I always park in front of where I tie up my dog.''  Anyone who knows me, knows I'd never do that!  The cop was someone I knew from a different place of employment, all grown up now.  :)  I was with my mother, my daughter and my brother.   When the policeman showed up, because my car is newer, the minute the VIN was identified, a printout spit out from the shopping mall phone, and from the dash of my car, warning the 'driver' that the car had been reported stolen and would shut down in five minutes.   (lol whoa, only in a dream, huh?)   Yep, that woke me up.  It felt so real, I had to get up and look out, make sure my car was really there.

Of course, waking up and getting up, meant I had to take Sadie out as well. 

And while she's snoozing comfortably again, I'm wide awake, and my alarm will go off in 20 minutes. 

I feel like there's a huge empty place inside of me. 
While yesterday was busy enough, it was just that: busywork.
Simple tasks, usual chores, entertaining the dog.
No good chats, no interesting conversations, nothing social.
Not that I need a lot of social.
I just miss him.
I miss our conversations.
They're not the same any more.