Dreaming that I’m praying is not that unusual. But I woke up from a dream where I was praying for a friend and it was such a sweet encounter that I started praying for others in our little ‘tribe’ with such love and gratitude and asking God’s blessing on each. Now wasn’t that really sweet? 
I got out of bed and walked into the other room and moved the small table next to the blue leather recliner because I saw something shining on the floor just on the other side of the recliner. 
Oh, no! Not another puddle from our little dog, Buddy!
And what was worse, it was fresh urine on what he had obviously been depositing over time! How could I have missed that?! I was so upset that —
I woke up ! And I don’t even have a blue leather recliner, and there is no table. AND, there was no puddle! \0/
Was I dreaming or was I dreaming?? Oh, Man —
I had dreamed… I was praying – while dreaming … and dreamed I awakened while still dreaming… What a LAUGH!
What better way to start the day, than with a laugh! I love when that happens. AND — I also love it that there was no real puddle. \0/