Sam dreamed a dream

So Sam awoke yesterday morning, and immediately told the following to me:

I had the best dream! I am so sad it was not real. I dreamed I was at the Wilderness Battlefield, and they were having a barbeque and Greek food festival! There was this old Greek man way in the back. He was preparing a giant shrimp on the flat top, which was so giant it was bigger than our bed. He was covering it in pork and little shrimps. Then he asked me if I wanted something special from the chef, like a little tasting menu. But then when he gave me the thing it was raspberry Pavlova. So, things really ended on a bad note.

Sam has the best dreams.

That'll do, Facebook

I woke up around 2:00am with a coughing fit (in my old age I appear to have become allergic to everything, including my own apartment), and removed myself from the bedroom so as not to wake up Sammy. Logged on to facebook, as one does, and saw a most unusual 'friend suggestion.' Usually those are either random celebrities I can't stand or people from second grade I'd much rather forget... but this time, I'm pretty sure that the new friend Facebook had found for me was the dead dog of my high school boyfriend. Seriously, Facebook? You're freaking me out.

I'm fairly sure I was still dreaming.