I had a dream last night that I don’t remember well, outside of these few specifics. I’ve never had a pet mouse or rat or been interested to, but in this dream I had a mouse that was the size of a small rat. It died and we had to report it to some government agency. As a small animal, for proof of death I was able to submit his entire body through the mail. We received the body back along with a partially calligraphic letter offering official condolences on our loss.
I noticed his body was in perfect condition. While cool to the touch, I kept feeling like there were little movements in him. Lo and behold, he woke up. I was happy to tell my boyfriend he was, in fact, alive. The report of his demise was made in error.
I was so happy, in fact, that I felt a sense of relief and of love for the little animal, unadulterated by conscious self-awareness and bitterness. Pure love, quickly forgotten on waking. But I had a sense that I lost something in the transition to waking life, that I should have stayed asleep. You ever fall in love in a dream? Have a friend or lover or relative in a dream who does not exist in real life, where waking up felt like a real loss?
It’s nothing now, but funny how our minds can do that to us.