Aren't dreams strange things? Sometimes during a dream I'm aware that I want to remember it, but when I awaken I can feel it drifting away as I try to recapture it. Some dreams hang around. I have some recurring dreams that have been coming back for years. A couple are unpleasant and I try to wake myself from them, but one is quite pleasant. I dream of walking thru a lovely house and admiring the many rooms. Sometimes the house is deep in the woods.
Midge, lives in England. She's a talented lady who makes lovely bears among other creations. A while ago Midge made these adorable little dolls from recycled denim and when she posted them on her blog, it reminded me of a dream I had about 30 years ago.
When I saw Midge's dolls, I told her the dream and said that I really should take an old pair of jeans and make myself a denim blue puppy.