We were supposed to close on our house yesterday but naturally it got put off till next week. So my dreams are back.
Last night I was in Italy, touring the countryside, eating all kinds of good food, looking at villas overlooking vineyards. And speaking Italian.
I don't know Italian. Well, other than stuff like arriverderci and ciao. I did have one of those 'Learn Italian at Home' kits when I was growing up, but that's been a long time ago and I'm afraid I never really applied myself. So I'm not sure where all the Italian phrases I was spouting in my dream came from.
And I must have been muttering in my sleep, because the cats gave me strange looks when I got up this morning, and they keep scuttling away like they're scared they're gonna become Italian cats.
I think I'll let them keep thinking it's a possibility. Keeps them from underfoot.