Togo Goes Dreaming

Taking naps is my favorite thing. After taking walks. Eating. Belly rubs. Playing keep away.

Taking naps is my next-to, next-to, next-to, next-to favorite thing. Although, I have a feeling that there are some more favorite things that might make that list longer.

But naps will always be on the list. Because during naps I see things. Daddy calls them dreams. And my dreams are always amazing and in high-definition color and filled with sights and smells and tastes and my favorite people. At least most of the time.

Sometimes my dreams are dark and scary and sad. Those are the ones I wake up from quickly. They make me feel like I feel when the storms roll in and the lightning flashes and the thunder booms. Daddy calls them nightmares. I don’t like to talk about those.

Daddy says that some people's lives are like nightmares. Dark and scary and sad. I asked Daddy what those people do to end their nightmares. I know I just tell myself to wake up. Daddy says that it’s not that easy when you’re living a nightmare.

I’ve thought about this a lot. I don’t want anyone to live a nightmare. Not even that annoying little dog we see on walks who barks and barks and thinks that she scares me. Not even her.

I think that dreams can become real. Especially the good dreams. I believe it’s probably hard for people who live in nightmares to dream good dreams. So I’ve decided to dream good dreams for them. That way, when I’m awake and I see something from my dream that could make someone else’s day better, I already know what needs to be done. 

And I know that I’m the one who needs to do it. Whether it’s a wag of my tail, a compassionate lick to the face, an invitation to play, or sitting quietly, I do it. Daddy says that doing something for someone else helps to end nightmares. Even if it’s something really tiny. 

I’m dreaming about tiny things that can become humongous good things for others. You should, too.