Hopeful Dreams

It's rare that I remember my dreams. If I do, it's usually because they were so bizarre they actually managed to wake me up out of a sound sleep. Take for instance the time I dreamed about a vampire on the run from her Master (yes, there's a short story to go with this one) or the time I dreamed about an entire family of witches who could travel through space and time.

I'm sure I have other less fantastical dreams. I'm sure I dream about my husband and kids and our daily lives. I just don't tend to remember those dreams. Our life is pretty mundane - I'm not complaining - so I imagine there's just not enough drama in those dreams to pull me into semi-consciousness.

Well, last night I had a dream about my sister. I won't go into detail, but let's just say my sister would have liked the way this particular dream ended. It definitely had a HEA ending for her current situation.

Now we just need to hope I'm psychic!