El Cid

I had a strange dream last night. It was Christmas break and I returned home to Colorado to spend the holidays with my parents. Last Christmas, we gave my parents a puppy since our family dog passed away a few years before. In my dream, there were two little puppies at our house and I remember just playing with the two of them and not our real dog, El Cid, who was their gift last year.

After spending all my time with the puppies, I turned to my dad and told him I hadn't even seen Cid yet. Usually Cid is the first member of the family I greet when I go home. My dad told me that he had to keep him outside by his studio (he is an artist) because of the puppies, but that we could go see him. We walked out to his studio, my dad took the puppy I was holding and he opened the studio door.

There was Cid, but he was very old and surprisingly not extremely excited to see me. He was wearing a funny looking dog coat and had longer hair around his face. If you need to visualize this, Cid looked a bit like Scrooge. Unhappy, lonely and dilapidated. Cid (real life Cid) has short hair and is the most goofy and excited dog I have ever met.

This is another one of my short dreams, but it made me sad. I suppose I dreamt this because my own subconscious was telling me (not like I didn't already know) that I am lonely. Cid, I know is not at all lonely. I, on the other hand, spend the majority of time trying to appreciate the abundance of solitude I have, but do wish I could share my time and thoughts with someone else. I have two roommates, but feel like I live alone.

I'm not writing this in search of pity, but just as a way to understand my dream. Only two weeks until I get to see crazy Cid and my even crazier family. I cannot wait.