Dreams Come True

With some adventures in cat integration in the early morning hours, I found myself cheerfully sleeping through the alarm this morning. This generally means dreams illustrated by the morning NPR stories. I found myself in a hallway, looking at photos of friends and family. When the photo was missing the person I was looking to see, it would sort of pan around until I found them. Soon I was in the photos, hugging and crying and cheering for the new Patient's Rights memorandum that Obama signed. Then I realized, wait, I can't be here. I have to go to work. Oh crap! I'm not awake!

And I woke up, but the memorandum is real. Situations like the Lisa Pond story should never happen again. Thank you Mr. Obama. It means so much.