I often have dreams in which I get up, get dressed, and go through most of my morning. It is always somewhat disheartening when I finally wake up only to find that I have to start this routine all over again. Nobody likes the part of the morning where you have to leave your nice cozy bed and get moving, and on those mornings I have to do it twice!

This morning, I had what started as one of those dreams. I woke up, got out of bed, and paused a moment to admire the beautiful park outside our bedroom window. When I turned back to the room, however, I found myself facing a large tiger. I wasn’t sure what his intentions were, and from the contemplative look in his eyes and the way he was sniffing me, he wasn’t either. This was unnerving.

Then it occurred to me that our bedroom window does not look our over a park. Aha! I must be dreaming, I thought, and promptly woke up.

It was only later, after a cup of coffee, that I stopped to consider the fact that it was the inappropriate scenery, not the enormous striped carnivore, that clued me in to the non-reality of the situation.

My subconscious is a little weird.