Running, weird dream and dogs

OK, here are the dogs...they're so cuteChico Pete loves to sleep on my pillow and doesn't like to be disturbed as you can see.

I was supposed to go to spin class this morning but couldn't get up at 5 a.m. because of this weird dream I had, which I'll get to in a minute. So instead, the dogs and I did the standard 3 mile track run.
3:17 miles
33 minutes (slower than yesterday)
10:36 average
7:45 best (again, slower)
335 calories burned.

So I had this dream that I was living in my old apartment. Or a compilation of various apartments I'd lived in.

Chad Vegas, a holy roller high school trustee and pastor here who I've written about numerous times and not in a nice way, came over. He worked for Chevron in my dream. He told me a lady named Genevieve I. Inn was stalking me and to be careful.

I said that was silly. But just then a gust of wind blew open the back door and the doors on my washer and dryer. Strange, I remember thinking, this apartment doesn't HAVE a back door.

I looked her up on the internet and could only find that she was a motivational speaker at some dumb conference.

I went to bed and woke up with a strobe light going off and Genevieve was in my room!!!!

She had short dark hair and was very nicely dressed in a black dress with a business jacket. She was very tall and thin. When she saw I was awake she unhurriedly walked to the doorway where she had to duck because of her height.

I was trying to yell at her, "I see you! I know who you are!!" But in my dream I couldn't wake up enough to get the words out and I remember thinking how I hate that when you can't yell because you're sleeping. Only I was trying to wake myself up into my dream, thinking that was reality.

Larry finally hit me on the shoulder and I woke up.

I went back to sleep and dreamed my crazy cousin and I were in her old bug racing up and down really tall sand dunes at the beach, much nicer dream.