I hate interrupted dreams.

Like when you're sleeping in, it's 8:49, and all of a sudden, the phone rings and whoever's on the line hangs up after one ring. Just enough to scare you into an upright position, but not enough to get you fully out of bed. I'd really like to call them back and inform them that I was having a very lovely dream and that they better have something important to tell me.



I was wearing such a beautiful dress too.
And I didn't even get to figure out why.