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Bull, co-worker, dogs

It started when I was wandering around a neighborhood. Something about not parking near the playground and a contest, but suddenly I hear shouts of “there’s a bull!” and the corresponding screams and crashing noises. Thinking fast, I duck into the nearby copse of dense trees. It was late afternoon, so the shadows were plentiful and the trees low. I knew that bulls don’t see very well, so I tried to quietly make my way through the trees tot he other side so I could see what was going on, but not be detected. Suddenly, my co-worker was with me in the thicket. We whispered to each other and it seemed the bull had found some target somewhere else. We crept back to where I entered from and the coast was pretty much clear. Either way, I had to get to the target building, and suddenly we get a bird’s eye view of the busy country town layout. There was a symposium going on and as we moved quickly down the empty street, ever wary of the danger, I said with relief that the bull will certainly be attracted to the noise of the convention, leaving us room and time to get to the objective. We arrive at the building and have to find a way to get upstairs. Stress levels are high for me as there’s the invisible time limit for the mission as well as the impending bull danger. We go our own separate ways and I creep around behind the crowd getting lost. I ask an usher how to get up the stairs and he points it out to me. If I get up, the bull can’t follow, so I quickly get up and realize that my partner is gone somewhere. It’s OK, she can handle herself, so I staying low and possibly feeling lazy, I ride a few conveyor belts around until I get to a small square where a stone monument is tipped over. There are 2 piles of galette cookies on them, the green pile/pyramid untouched, while there are only 2 red ones. I point out the fact that the red ones were eaten to the investigators there who were discussing the misfortune of missing professor so and so’s meeting and trap by the enemy. They are unaware that I am a secret agent working the same subject matter, but with more important orders, and I am not about to disclose such information to them. I move on, noting the manager’s office and other administrative offices. Then, in annoyance, I realize my tardiness means I have to return to the ground floor to continue the mission. The presence of evil bull impeded me and now the danger lurks even nearer than before. I make it to the midst of the congregation, and alert level is so high as I anticipate the entrance of the bull, who no doubt, knows my whereabouts now that I failed an objective.

Then it was time to walk the dogs. Somehow I was also in charge of walking my uncle’s late Doberman as well as my cousin’s German Shepherd. 4 dogs? It was also late afternoon as I was gearing them all up. My dogs had their respective leashes and collars, and I had one for the Doberman, but for the Shepherd, I didn’t know what to use. In the end, I chose to use the chain choke collar my  cousin had provided, but I didn’t like it and couldn’t figure out how to put it on. It was all crazy because walkies time means crazy excitement time and I was unsure of how walking 4 dogs would be. Gable ended up walking off-leash by himself, me trusting that he wouldn’t run away from the pack, so that I could try and control the 2 relative dogs.

Never got a chance to know endings because I woke up!

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Guns, camera, work

…when do I not dream about work is the better question.

In a futuristic world, a local war on an evil facility has just reached a conclusion. The populace celebrates in relief that the danger has passed and they can get on with their daily lives without fear for now. As part of the team and now part of the cleanup crew, I, too am happy that the imminent danger has passed, but there is knowledge that it’s not quite yet over. The computerized columns outside have been restored, meaning that the building itself is safe now, but my job is to go in and secure a very sensitive and integral object. To my knowledge a non-combat agent, like myself, is cleared to enter because the threat level is low. Regardless, I’m always carrying my standard issue Glock 9mm pistol. Upon entering the facility, I am struck by the difference now than before wherein the commotion, combat and sheer number of individuals is greatly diminished. I enter the elevator and hit button #17. On second thought, the lack of people around is starting to make me nervous and a feeling of dread fills my stomach. Suddenly, I have a partner, an armored combat unit. We get out onto floor 17 which is a large garage looking area for robots or other large weaponry. There are metal ramps leading to walkways above and large military containers strewn about. We proceed cautiously and turn to make it to the command room when suddenly there is movement. A large man in a suit is coming down the walkway to us, his semi-automatic rifle raised. The enemy lives?!?!?! I yell, “Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!” and make a break for the shelter of the command room while pulling out my handgun. While running, I turn to fire at him and should have landed 3 perfect headshots, but he seemed unperturbed. My protection detail goes down in burst of blood, multiple bullets ending his life. I am disturbed by this, not being hard combat trained, but I ready my weapon and focus as I hide in the cover of the doorway. I peek around the corner and rapid fire into the oncoming enemy. This time he goes down. No time to stop and catch my breath, I quickly look around the command room for my target, but as suspected from the presence of the enemy, it is not there. I run out and up the walkway to where the enemy was coming from. Along the way, I check my magazine which is an extended one, and I only have one bullet left (and one which misfired, apparently). Before I have time to think about whether I have extra mags or not, I run into my brother, a combat agent. It appears that he too has run into more of the enemy. Before we know it, we are beset by 2 more of the enemy, this time one has a pump shotgun and the other a TMP. We both duck behind cover and thankfully he has a rifle. Suddenly, I pause the experience and ask my brother if maybe I should try a higher-powered weapon, since my pistol isn’t going to be too terribly useful on these harder enemies. He tell me that I should try the semi-automatic rifle too, and I think it’s a good idea, except I forgot to take it from the enemy down on the floor.

Then there’s a work dream about this whole camera system. My bosses are stressed out about it and I’m trying to help but they have a “specialist” there and I’m just sitting around, bored. I offer to go to a seminar for them. Then there’s a bunch of driving in off-road terrain with hippos and alligators in the rain. Gable sleeping too close to one of the mud puddles and I’m terrified that a hippo will come eat him, but he’s obviously bigger than them even. Then I watch in amusement as a huge group of people attempt to run their cars through the muddy, flooded terrain.

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Hotel, Dental, Dog, Church

I was sitting in the Cathedral at mass, when a girl who looks like someone I went to school with years ago starts talking loudly to a girl next to her, saying she thinks that she has an infection in her mouth. They go back and forth, and finally I talk (not whisper) to her and say, after mass, there are xray units here in the church. I know because I used to do dental screenings here when I was in school, and even get a dream flashback to when I was doing it. She says, why does a church have dental units, and I say, it’s because a lot of kids don’t have access to dental care, but still come to church, so they offer it as a program. After mass, I look in her mouth and there really is something wrong. Then all of the sudden I’m working with two other dental professionals on children coming through the screening process. A little black girl comes in and I look in her mouth to see bleeding and several other cavities. I’m not in charge of xray, so I ask later what the treatment plan is. The other guy shakes his head and says we need extraction and several things. I’ve really taken to this girl and go over to talk and make her feel comfortable, knowing full well, that once she leaves I won’t see her again, but I hope for the best.

Then I was at work and went out to get a patient. I’d forgotten who she was, but I knew there was something special about her case. She started telling me about trying to maintain the lower front area and suddenly I remembered. She was the one whose attached tissues there were not attached anymore and would balloon out. She was supposed to try and clear out the holes that made them do that, but they are hard to reach. Apparently they looked better than the last time, but I took the Cavitron and blasted it out anyways, making the tissues fly around, so to do my job, I had to push down while scaling in order to prevent the tissues from billowing around. It did not seem to hurt the patient, and I used a neato, cordless ultrasonic device that was new, even if it doesn’t make sense how it worked. Why we didn’t refer her to a specialist, I don’t know. But. Then all of that morphed into me working while being surrounded by dental hygiene students. In reality they were the class after us, but in my dream I was a veteran in the field  and they were on their second year. They were talking about things and I was trying to clean my room (which wasn’t a room so much as a store aisle? I have no idea). I laughed and told them that good gravy, I don’t even know what they’re talking about anymore because I’ve been practicing and away from the “scientific and proper” terminology. Then I reminisced about being in their shoes too and thinking the same thing about my own faculty. Some were taking it in and other scoffed at my apparent stupidity like they would never make that mistake. I just smiled to myself and went about my knowing way.

I was then walking out with my coworker and right before I step outside, I get an advisory about a freak hurricane-like situation going on outside with wind and rain (interestingly it DID rain last night). I was like, uh oh, we’d better get going. She started going down the wooden stairs off this ridiculously steep cliff-like thing, and I decided to go the shortcut way and slid my way down the mud. I only sort of had to use my butt. We walk into the darkness to our cars (how far away is it??) and then there were a pack of dogs being trained to walk in a pack offleash. One of them wasn’t very well trained and was running ahead. I laughed, and she started walking with us and around us. Seeing that she was more interested in us than the pack, I decided to take the time to lead her back to the group. Gave her a little push on the tushie and she looked back at me before running off to where she was supposed to be.

We made our way to a city-like place and apparently I wasn’t going to make it home so we go into a hotel room that has been prepared for us. It was very futuristic, in a futuristic city altogether, and the hotel was heavily advertised for being extremely smart and safe. I walk in and see 3 males in there already. There were other modular rooms around it and apparently we were all going to stay there. I sat down with my friend (I don’t really know who it is anymore, just a friend) at the modern, plastic table, and the 3 guys, one of which was Asian and annoying were talking to me about the hotel and other things like my supposed mission. The other 3 would chime in, but the Asian guy was the primary. I got tired of listening and realized that I was wearing my sleeping clothes and therefore no bra which was awkward considering the three males and that I keep resting my boobs on the table, so I told him that I was going to go change my clothes really quickly in the bedroom right off to my left on the window-side. He was really upset that I would say that! I didn’t understand why he was so upset because I truly just wanted to change my clothes, and so despite his arguing, I went into the room anyways, glad to be away from his grating voice. The door was kind of neat, and locked behind me in my favor. The queen bed in there was unmade and messy. I wrinkled my nose when I realized I was meant to sleep in the bed and share it with someone else. There was a row of 4 windows looking out over the city which was pretty except that there was another hotel across the way with people watching my every move. I draw a curtain which has a big old hole in it, but I stand so that it doesn’t matter and was about to drop my pants when all of the sudden a giant screen on the wall behind the bed lights up and idiot Asian guy on a two-way audio laughs menacingly. The two other males open the door and walk in and I roll my eyes. He really didn’t want me to be alone in the room and change my clothes! WTF. I give up. So I leave the two males in the room to do whatever they were wanting to do and go back out to the shared area to have dinner since it’s now dark. I notice another bedroom off to the right side and make a mental note to get to it when no one’s looking because I’m tired. The Asian guy is talking still but I decide that I’m getting a pervy streak coming from him and now I’m going to play with him to make him uncomfortable and upset. I keep telling him that I have no problem whatsoever changing my clothes right then and there, and threaten to start taking them off. He says, with bravado, that it’s not nakedness he cares about, it’s principle. I start smiling and stand up, pull a chair up next to him very closely, and sit in it, rubbing his body and resting my head on his shoulder while giving him a hug. My friend starts laughing at my antics because he’s obviously uncomfortable and then he turns into a woman who has the feel of memory foam. I get up to leave to go on our mission and try to make a pitstop into the bedroom, but am denied.

 

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Lots of dreams

Been a while since I updated and I’ve had plentiful, memorable dreams, just not recorded.

The setting was a townhome-like place and my sister had her baby so the grandparents were there and she had had her son. Then shortly thereafter, I was in a supposed hospital setting and was apparently pregnant, but I didn’t know it. Bringing me back to the townhome, I’m carrying my baby girl to a table where my grandparents are sitting as well as my sister. My mom and brother are there too, but not in view, just their presence was noted. All of the sudden my aunt shows up, and I’m surprised again, but she says, matter of factly, that she’s here to see the baby. OK. So I leave my sister in charge of my girl because I’m supposed to be packing to move out of the townhouse. There are boxes everywhere and my mom and brother are supposed to be moving/packing stuff, that’s why I don’t see them. I remember thinking in my mind about the mess I got myself into having a baby. Then I wracked my brain for who the father could be, as the girl is distinctly half light-skinned (unclear what race) and with lighter hair. My brain then decided on a father and I felt ashamed because he was married. I vowed that he would never find out. Then I went back to look for my baby and I don’t see her anywhere. I ask my sister, in alarm, as she was supposed to be looking after her, but my sister’s still sitting at the table on her phone. Without bothering to look up, she shrugs, and says, I don’t know, she went that way, waving in a non-specific direction. I freak out in fear because it’s a townhome with a split level entrance. I run over to the staircase and exclaim, “WHAT IF SHE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS???” Again my sister seems to have no care. I run into the kitchen which is full of boxes and a little dark and call for my girl. She comes toddling out from a dark corner and I’m very relieved, but she seems to be growing at an alarming rate, just getting older and older as I look at her. She’s a big. Girl. BIG girl. Almost as tall as me now, attesting to her paternity. I am sad at my sister (beyond mad at her now, no energy to feel mad) for not caring, and continue moving boxes.

Tonight there were some interesting ones too. The most immediate memory is that I’m driving around in my old neighborhood and I am, to my surprise, engaged! I have an engagement ring! My mom and I drive to the old Sam’s Club near our house. I’m supposed to be waiting for my mom as she buys some quick things, but I get tired of waiting so I go in.  I see my mom at the self-checkout and suddenly see my grand-aunt too. I buy 2 small items and there’s this huge, exaggerated view of the cash payment portion of the self-checkout machine. I just need to pay $3 and a few cents. Then I go looking around for my mom who apparently went back into the store for more stuff. I then notice that some cashiers have dogs with them. They’re part of a new program for attracting customers. I am in LOVE with the idea. There is a Great Pyrenees and pit bull mutt. I take both dogs so the workers can go on break and walk them with leashes first and then without. Everyone’s impressed with how I’m  able to walk them so well. They walk right on either side of me very obediently and I am thrilled. I walk around a bit with them and then ask if they’re allowed to take breaks. The guy says, they usually don’t and I balk so I take them out myself so they can have a potty break.

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Car, dog, video game

I’m with my family and I’m driving my old car (with my mom’s license plate on it). I pull into a parking lot in a shopping center and my mom and I get out to go grocery shopping. The store allows dogs and I have my new dog, a Boston Terrier, with me (bulldog type) on a blue harness. We look at some dog treats and I can’t make up my mind so we go to the fitting rooms to test a treat out. I walk into the area and there are a few workers sitting at tables having a meeting. I see in a vacant room that someone else had tried a dog treat bag, and just left it on the floor. Suddenly I get cold feet about trying treats out because it felt wrong, so I pick up the Boston Terrier, cradling him? her? in my arms and go out to find my mom. I show her the way I’m holding the dog and say that they like it, and carry all 25lbs of it (getting heavier and heavier) around. We end up in either a different store or a different part of the store, still looking at dog treats. This place has shelves and products that go almost up to the ceiling. I spend time looking at the ingredients and my mom sees a little binder they’re selling about how to care for dogs (the cover looks like a license plate with silly sayings on it). She keeps asking me if I need one of the books and I repeat myself several times saying no, I don’t, I know how to take care of my dogs, thank you very much. But they talk about worms! No, I’m fine, thanks. Then we leave–the Boston Terrier is walking on its own now–and it’s gotten rather dark. Not night yet, but very close to it. I’m looking for my car, but have forgotten where I parked it, but spot it in the distance. My mom complains that we went the long way and I’m like, yeah I forgot where we parked, but it didn’t help that my brother had moved the car, while waiting for us. We get in, and I speed away like I always do when I drive, commenting about the automatic transmission as opposed to a CVT. As I come up to the light, a double turn lane, I overshoot the light sensor and end on asphalt that’s been milled, so I put it in reverse and back up. Just my luck that someone else is driving up behind me, so I stop. A big SUV and other cars start cutting in front of me, so I follow the car in front of me and get into the other turn lane. Light turns green and I shoot off after the other cars when suddenly it’s pitch black and I’m driving down this amazingly windy, downhill, part paved, part dirt road at about 80 miles an hour, dodging pedestrians and other cars as I follow traffic. Then the camera changes altogether to bumper cam and I can’t see a darn thing, except that there’s a police chase going on and I’m still trying to figure out my viewing camera and WTF is going on. Then it changes again to dual screen where the upper screen is the bumper cam craziness with blue lights and all, while the bottom cam is a top down of me in bit graphics having ditched the car and running into a series of tunnels underground. There are bosses I need to defeat while trying my hardest to get away. Soon it’s just the bottom screen that’s the focus and I’m trying to get items in chests while escaping with limited time on the clock. Obviously the items are just a lure. I hit turrets, dodge bosses and finally get out the other side of the cave towards the light.

Then there’s this convoluted, complicated series of platformer type video game adventures, and I end up driving around on an island. Old school, not many modern amenities. My sister is there and has been bitten by a very toxic bug. Something about the trunk of an old sedan, and not spreading the virus/bacteria to the mainland. Some swimming between islands, boats and sand. I can’t for the life of me remember it. Or maybe that was before the other adventure?

I didn’t even touch video games this weekend!

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Chameleon, Liana, car, family, aliens

Very interesting dreams last night. I didn’t sleep well through the night because I had to go to the bathroom but my body didn’t want to get out of bed

Something video-game like where my goal was to defeat this boss man. Dark like the devil! The setting was inside a building and at first it was RPG style buildings and walking styles, but soon I was talking to my family around a table. It looks like we were supposed to go to a cookout at this park with people from the community with games and everything for the whole family. We would meet up with family there. Time just kept going as I listened to everyone talking. My brother was going on about talking to some aliens, my sister was talking about something else, and the adults were too. I was busy having to go #2, but was trying to hold it (I guess because my body and brain realized that I was sleeping and didn’t want me to mess myself?) and finally when were preparing to leave, late, I said I have to go to the bathroom. I ran to the bathroom and finally my stomachache left me. Then I came out, changed my clothes and we all trooped outside. By now it was 9pm and pitch dark out. Liana wants to come too, and I couldn’t find her collar and leash, so I decide to use her old, black martingale and a long leash. As I waited for the door to be locked, and the car unlocked, I see two figures walk towards me from the dark. They were 2 midgets and in costume at that! I stare at them and suddenly exclaim, these are the aliens my brother was talking about! I complain to him that why did we wait so long to leave when they’ve been waiting out here for us the whole time??? We all start getting into the car, a long, huge American luxury sedan. Because I have Liana, I tell my mom and sister and brother to get in first so I can be closest to the door. It is extremely roomy and shouldn’t be any issue at all with the 4 of us back there. As we pile in, the sun starts to rise and keep telling them to watch out the little chameleon on the floor. We all get in and start driving as it is  morning now. I tell my sister to reach down and grab the chameleon. My brother instead gingerly picks it up and tosses at me. I scowl at him and pick it up. It’s nervous and starts squirming, but it’s totally adorable. As I look outside to see if I can run out and put it on a tree somewhere while the car is stopped, it starts squeezing my hands something awful. Like a vise. I look at it again and instead of 4 chameleon legs, it had 6-8 black spider legs! It was STRONG and I kept yelling ouch ouch ouch ouch! It must be an alien chameleon, it all makes sense now. We make it to the park where the gathering is and we stop the car because I see my grand aunt playing baseball with the neighborhood kids, running for bases and throwing the ball. We yell at each other through the windows and on the other side of the road are the rest of my family eating food. Obviously we are really late and they say we should go park and grab some chao tom. I yell at the driver to keep driving, why the hell are we parked in the middle of nowhere like this. So we keep driving and arrive at the house we’re staying at. It’s nice, but half open and half not. Then all of the sudden it starts to torrential downpour and I’m like, oh well. The chameleon was still pinching my hand and I put it on the palm tree. When I’m finally situated I ask my sister where Liana went because she’s not where I left her. I’m scared, but she just went into a carpeted room and was lying on the floor. I tell her to come back with me and fold up her blanket to have her lay near me, kicking myself for forgetting her bed. She doesn’t want to and lays on the ground instead and I finally make it to the bathroom to pee because my bladder is exploding.

Then in real life I wake up to empty my bladder because now I really have to go before I mess myself.

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Dogs, piggy, Donkey Kong

Two nights. Last night was more of nightmare-type of stuff. Didn’t sleep too terribly well.

Night 1:  I was in a house, my house. It was new and had 3 stories with lots of stairs and even a firehouse pole to slide down. Pretty narrow. The neighborhood seemed very mature and quiet with lots of trees but lots of hills too. I was walking my dogs, with Liana in the front happily smelling and Gable next to me. Then a little black pig walks underneath Liana and is walking with us. Some other dogs show up too, and all of the sudden I have this big pack of animals walking in this neighborhood. My mom then asks me why I didn’t bring her dog, a golden retriever/corgi mix named Goldenia (golden = Gardenia…) along? I said, well, we went on a walk and she didn’t care to come with, so I didn’t take her. Pretty lazy for a 3 year old new dog.

Night 2: There was this video-game-like portion where I was in a covered merchant space outdoors. Something about hardcore battling different characters, but ending on this old lady with tentacles. Well, we end up standing in front of store once it’s all over (I think we win and honestly I don’t know who “we” are) and are about to walk home when our former old lady enemy comes up in a small sports car and asks us to get in to give us a ride home. My companion jumps right in and wants me to come, but the car’s so small and I have my dogs with me suddenly, so I say no. Then another car arrives and I say I’ll just ask this guy to give me a ride. It looks like Donkey Kong, but once I get in and he wordlessly starts driving, I have a bad feeling about it because this monkey’s fur isn’t plain brown, it’s got some gray mixed in to the darker brown. We end up at a strange building where I get knocked out when I try to prevent my dogs taken being taken from me. I wake up outside somewhere in some neighborhood and meet some people who eagerly assist me in retrieving them. When they’re able to return my dogs (3 of them…?) I am so very happy, but they say I have to be careful because they put devices in them. Lo and behold, I look at their butts and they’ve inserted 6 pins with large heads around each of their rectums. I start pulling them out of Gable and he’s OK until the last one. Then I proceed to do the same to the other dogs. We’re about to figure out what to do about the perpetrators when…I wake up.

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Storage unit, some lovin

Last night and the other night

After going through a large exhibition area where there was to be a convention (all the merchants were setting up) I decided to go tour a storage facility with my brother as we were thinking about renting a storage unit (true story btw). According to the computer this particular facility only has 4 other renters so we had the pick of the crop. We go through thr dimly lit hallways and peer into each “unit” though each one seemed more like a big room than a storage unit. In fact the storage facility seemed like an old office or school building. We played in one of them, doing cartwheels and somersaults while some kids came into the room to run around too. Carrying on, we found one where we were thinking through the logistics of mattresses and tires fitting in the area. Then I decided to go through another unit close by. Turns out it belonged to another person (why storage units have your run of the mill door with a knob I dunno) and they had the whole setup! Bed, lamp, dresser. Even a window. I turned to my brother, knowing that it was fully illegal to do this, but shrugged and said, “Well it’s certainly cheaper than renting an apartment.”

Last night’s dreams were less logical. In fact there were 2 instances of me trying to score. One with a guy I used to go to college with and the other was a woman I’d never met before…skinny, possibly asian, shoulder cut hair parted to the side. Since no one reads this, I think I’ll go into a little more detail. The setting was my place, which was like an apartment, white, bright and inviting, the sun pouring in through the large windows adorned with sheer white curtains. She sat down in a chair and leaned back, a smile on her face and relaxing. I walk up to her from in front, smiling myself in anticipation. Before I could touch her, though, she kicked off her heels and breathed a loud sigh of satisfaction. She had on a red tube dress with spaghetti straps, and I brush the straps aside, off her shoulders (and at this point apparently slid them off altogether). My view was of her armpits and up and it is only understood that she was naked, not actually shown. I begin by rubbing her shoulders, her thin, tone muscles, small under my hands. Then I start to work my way down and oops, on to the next person! Different day, same place. On the bed this time, is my old schoolmate. He is unclothed and on the bed, all white sheets and pillows and walls. I hop on and start playing with his body as he smiles knowingly at me. His tan skin and firm muscular body attractive in all ways. We’re about to get to the fun part, when my mom decides to walk by. I try to cover him up with the sheets, but he starts joking with me and we play-tussle while giggling. My mom looks at me with an annoyed look on her face, as if saying, really? Now? Then rolls her eyes and keeps walking. We giggle with each other some more and…

Next dream. BUMMER!!!!

This part is more confusing and sporadic, but I am at one point walking Gable along some streets and near crowds of people. I’m doing it on purpose as people take one look at him and utter words of amazement. We walk along a road, down a street, near the water, up another street. Just strutting our stuff and he’s being such a good boy. Then I’m in a mall-type open air place where I’m supposed to be working. My coworker is there and she asks me to take a PA of her teeth. I do and we compare them to the last one taken. She is missing her molars, just root tips remaining, while the premolars present with broken roots! No wonder he’s having pain. I tell her we have to let a doctor see it, and we wait until my boss looks at her teeth, but his face is all wrong…too long and with white fuzz growing from his face. Then all of the sudden I’m working for this really hard-ass guy who is making a big deal about some small instance and then…I wake up

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Cartoon, Dan Schutte, greyhounds, vet, rocks

I’m back to weird dreams! Whoo! In no particular order.

I was supposed to bring my dogs to the vet. They had several locations and I needed to go to a particular one. My dogs and I make it to my normal vet…now you have to realize that these vet offices are inside and underneath large boulders. Large, flatish boulders with rock-hewn doors that I needed to kick in. Something martial happened, however, and I was chased away from my office. Now I need to find it again but I can’t remember which one. For some reason I am a giant and the boulder buildings and doors are  half of my height. I guess I was too tall to read the small signs, so I go around and kick in doors to peer in a see if the receptionist is right. Finally, we get to the right vet, but I don’t get to go in because onward to another dream!

I’m sitting in a pew in a very large, archaic looking church. My mom is somewhere nearby. I’m half listening to someone say something and half watching cartoons. Looking up, there is this one guy making a large commotion in the center aisle. He’s an average, plumpish fellow looking to be in his late 40s with glasses and a 5 o’clock shadow. He’s making everyone laugh who can hear him and was quite animated. As I watch he hangs on the end of a pew and speaks softly but excitedly to a younger female sitting there. She laughs and he rushes away to get something. I look down and then back up to see that the female has changed seats to sit right next to me. She has wide eyes and tells me that she doesn’t want anything to do with him and can she sit with me. I shrug and tell her he looks very familiar like I know him from somewhere. As I sort through my memories, I am sent back to the time that I did meet him.

Turns out I knew him because he had invited himself to spend the night at my place. He had met my grandma in the street and she invited him to my place for the night. His name was Dan Schutte (who in real life happens to be the author to several famous church hymns) and he needed a place to stay. I am reminded that he had brought his own pajamas, a matching set, white with brownish dots that were designs of some sort. A jolly sort of guy but borderline annoying.

Recollection stops and I tell my new friend about that. She’s like wow and asks me what cartoon I’m watching. The screens are holographic projected screens that are stacked in the air in front of me and those around me, for public use. I am watching a funny kid’s cartoon and we go through a few episodes. It’s getting late and the people around me are falling asleep, which means that my family-friendly shows are no more. The screen shows people living in futuristic pods on a ship. The man asks a pretty young woman to leave the pod she shares with her husband and to help another man inside his, she goes in and realizes he’s not in trouble but is trying to seduce her instead, so she protests and tries to leave, but she is locked from the outside in the cramped space with the lech. I try to switch the channel to something more suited to having my mom around, but everything is geared towards adults now. Even the revamped Animaniacs employs adult humor and swearing. I look over and notice my mom is sleeping soundly and with nothing else on, I shrug and settle in to sleep myself.

There is also a dream that I now remember only vaguely, obviously having been dreamed as one of the first dreams, but it dealt with a magnificent beach house, no windows only open air and gossamer curtains. Unfortunately disaster strikes! We are beset by those who wish us harm so the house becomes a tactical strategy game in the realm of XCOM and Fire Emblem!

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Special needs, corvette, dogs, poop, tacos

Video game type dreams!! I should really type these up immediately because I’ve already forgotten some of it.

I was a normal young person when all of the sudden I was hit with some sort of accident leaving my brain handicapped. Unable to think properly, move coordinatedly, not even speak well. Immense pain in my head and constant dizziness/nausea. I kept getting an image of a large void in my brain. My mom was extremely worried for me and brought me to the grocery store which is a public place and everyone got to see for themselves how invalid I was. A worried doctor met us there and kept me under his care, testing my reflexes and everything. It was a major blow because it was my or our job to infiltrate a facility, but now the main operative was down and out…what could I possibly do? Apparently I still needed to be there because they still took me to the place where our team was being ruthlessly overrun…but. AH HAH! It was all a ploy! As we pushed through level after level of obstacles and enemies (I guess I was still able to do minor supportive roles), we finally get to the end and the enemy’s guard was down give their arch-nemesis was rendered useless, and I sprang into action! At my sole decision, the void in my mind filled right up and WHAM. Victory for good guys! Even my team didn’t know the plan and so it was quite a stir!

Now cut to my extended family. I was taking pictures or something on a bed of one of my old classmates and there was this adorable French bulldog, dark brindle, sleeping there. I spilled water on everyone for some reason but the dog couldn’t even bring itself to care and kept sleeping. I rubbed its belly and it slowly slid over onto my lap where I fussed over it. So adorable! Then the dream became videogame-like where my extended family and I were participating in some quests/games like scavenger hunts and such in this large facility filled with different rooms. Kind of like a convention or a festival. I was doing pretty well looking for chests and looting from them before everyone else to get points. It was strange the way it would switch from digital playing to in-person lifelike. Anyways there was this one room where everyone’s dogs were there. I remember looking for my dogs and chasing after Gable who decided to poop in this place. I was very embarrassed and was looking for how to clean it up. The other dogs had pooped everywhere too and suddenly it was my job to clean everything up while everyone else stood around talking to each other. The weirdest part? The dogs had all pooped on these napkin squares and I had the hardest time trying to pick them up without spilling the poop off. I was trying to stack them and not to breathe in the smell or make a mess, but alas.

Jump (thankfully) to the next part where I wandered by myself after the above festivities with family to the rest of the convention type place. I passed by some sweepstakes for cars that I’d wanted to sign up for earlier but was afraid everyone else would complain for it being a scam. I saw one for a new Corvette and the sign said it was a Disney sweepstake so I started filling out the form, but noticed that it needed a code. I looked up to see a lady walked to me. Dread filled my stomach, fearing that I would have to sit through a sales pitch before being allowed to enter. She was very friendly, though and looked at my entry, saying, oh you’re a female. I was confused until I looked up and realized that the Corvette entry was for males and the pink picture over on the other side was for females. Instead of a Corvette, though, it was for a Lexus, small sporty car, but not anywhere on par with the Corvette. I pulled a face and told her let me just enter it and if they want a male as a winner then I can give them my brother because he’s the one who likes Corvettes anyways. She gave me the code and placed the entry for me and then invited me over to the big table so that I could partake of the tacos they had there. There were couples all eating tacos together. She made me a taco and had me sit down to eat. It. Was. GOOD. I got up to get some more after finishing the first one and eavesdropping on all the other conversations. I had to fight with another guy to get the remaining ingredients which were running low. So good!

Analysis: 

The food and fighting for it was from eating Golden Corral for dinner. The dog poop was probably because there was a dog sleeping in my room and farting. I fed them a different food last night (came in the mail, free!) which typically lends to gas. Not sure where the other stuff came from because I didn’t play any video games at all yesterday. The headache might have been a real headache from sinuses or weird sleeping position.

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