And in the beginning

When I was small, I can remember waking up and thinking there were three people in my bedroom. Always three people: two dudes and a lady. One dude was really tall, and wore a bowler and a suit. The lady was pretty short, kind of a hippie, with long; dark hair. The other guy was taller than she was, but shorter than the other guy, and I don't remember all that much about him.

The first time I remember seeing them in the shadows was when I was about 11. They didn't make me nervous or scared, but I wasn't entirely comfortable with them in my room, either. I can recall six or seven times throughout my life where I had this reoccurring waking dream of these three people.

The last time I remember them coming to visit was right around the time I got married, when I stopped sleeping alone. As I woke up further, I realized they were the shadows cast by my wardrobe being open.

While I have themes in my sleep crazy (that I'll explore later on), this is the only re-occurrence of a waking dream that I've had, and I can't explain their appearance anymore than I can explain their departure.

Kittens

The kittens have built placed a board between my bed and the window, and are trying to escape one of the dogs. I yell at my husband that he has to keep them from doing so, because then we'd have to look for them in the dark.

On another occasion, my husband brought one of the dogs into the bedroom and I freaked out, because there was a puppy in the bed and Gordon (the dog) would attack it.

Still another, there was a large black dog climbing the bookshelf. Rather than being terrifying, as it should be, I just wondered who let the strange dog into our bedroom. After the light came on, it became apparent that the large black dog was simply my backpack, along with some light and shadows.