Not the Dream of the Memory of the Thing But the Dream of the Thing Itself

Due to a bizarre sleep pattern, I had extensive dreams this morning. In particular I had a lot of adventures with a pet hedgehog (or at least a hedgehog-looking animal).

At one point there were three hedgehogs, and then they all disappeared (maybe they ran away). I started to wonder if they had been a dream all along. But I decided not, reasoning like this. I had been through so many adventures with my pet hedgehog, weeks and weeks of adventures, that I couldn't possibly have dreamed him. The other two, sure, they might have been a dream.

I wonder if I actually dreamed weeks and weeks of adventures, or if I only dreamed memories of them. In a sense, you can't tell the difference.

Anyway he was a great little pet and we sure got up to some hijinks.