Nightmares

I had a dream yesterday that I was at a doctor's office and the doctor was telling me that I had some kind of terminal illness and had less than a few weeks to live. I was very upset about it. In my dream I said to Andrew, "I want a second opinion, and if it's true, I want a dog."
Then I woke up to find myself at home with as much chance as anybody of living a long and healthy life. The dream made me appreciate more the existence that is mine. Apparently the only thing that I really find to be missing is a dog. I guess that means I have a pretty good life.