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Dog, uncle, neighborhood, sea stars

I had interesting dreams last night. Nothing scary at least.

I was driving my mom around on the streets we grew up in, the old neighborhood. I remember that distinct intersection. Something happened while we were sitting at the intersection, but it didn’t concern us. Going down the road a bit, I come upon the fact that the houses on the right side were no longer houses, but transformed into entertainment businesses? There looks to be a miniature dog track where dogs can play and next to it, the owner has a dog sitting/kennel/grooming place. I walk over to the guy and ask if there are special rules for greyhound attendance. He kind of shrugs a bit, but hasn’t dealt with many greyhounds, so I nod and go back through the building to leave. There I see my uncle petting everyone’s dogs and I kind of hightail it out the door before he sees me, but I shouldn’t have been afraid, he was preoccupied with other people’s dogs. I proceed to walk to my house (my old house I grew up in), and almost instantly, I see a dog. A Doberman, a female, but she’s bad off. Something in my head told me this was my uncle’s new dog and I was mad because my uncle does NOT need a new dog!! He neither has time nor apparently care for it. I entreat her to come with me because I need to get this dog to safety! Surprisingly, she follows me. We have to navigate up this hill with wood and gravel. She’s in such a bad way I can see all of her bones, her fur is not healthy at all, and she barely has the strength to walk. I make sure to go behind her lest she fall, and nudge her forward every so often as her weak legs scrabble up the way. I make sure we take the path off the road, to limit the chance of being seen, but we have to get to my house and quick! We finally get there and I hide her in my room, telling my mom the situation. Suddenly my uncle bursts into the house and I tell my mom that he CAN’T FIND HER HERE and shut myself in the bathroom so that I don’t have to talk to him. I’ve got to protect and nurse this dog!

Then it changes to some crazy thing where I’m at the beach with a bunch of people and we’re supposed to go into this building, but it’s too hard because there are monster sea stars aggressively blocking our path and way. This sea-creature-human-person-lady comes to help, and I’m like, we can’t go in, and she’s like, no, they’re harmless, go on through, but I’m kind of scared and instead of going into the building, go around it and end up on the sandy beach. It was evening and getting dark.

Some other crazy yet fun situation involving driving around with a male friend. UPS, Staples, going out of business…hard to remember now after I just spent the morning filing my taxes.


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Dentistry, Eye Doctor, Dogs, Costco…land?

I was driving down this road, I guess to check out the new eye doctor I was going to go to. It was a very large road, 6 lanes across, and for some reason I had to make a U-turn then take a left onto his smaller road. Then I did it again, this time with my brother driving because we both had eye appointments at the same time with different doctors. Him with Dr. Hale and me with Dr. Sakell. When we arrived, we walk up into this dark, but very spacious room. He went one way with a doctor and I went another. Since it was my first time there, she asked me a series of questions and I was wandering around the office. Then she asked me about my dogs. Like, seriously asked me about them. I said I have 2 greyhounds at home. And she typed some stuff up in the computer and said, “no, you have 3 of them.”

“…I do?”

“yes, 2 greyhounds, and a greyhound called something else (I can’t remember the term she used).”

“Oh, yeah. YEAH! That’s right I have 3!” Oh my goodness I’d completely forgotten about her! “Yeah! That’s right she’s a fawn!…wait…what is she? I thought she was a greyhound too.”

“No, she’s ____. Not a galgo, though.” Then I was confused because I couldn’t remember, but also extremely guilty because I hadn’t been feeding her and I didn’t even know where she was. Then the doctor showed me this picture of the 3 of them she found and I was like, omg I’m a terrible dog owner! It showed the 3 of them together, my other girl, a dark brindle with lots of brindles and a pink collar. Then, I tried to change the subject back to optometry, but she would have none of it. I never got that eye exam, just a tongue lashing about my dogs and how bad a person I was.

Then it jumped to this crazy, insane dream. It was set in Disney World/land? But it looked more like Costco in there? And the owner of the place was like Mom from Futurama: a real mean woman with money ambitions. MOM mixed with Oprah. There was some sort of rebellion going in where factions would seek to sabotage the place. My boss was caught up in messing with the production. You never knew who was for what side. I ended up buying a plushie at full price and another item at the bootleg price through the facility. The cashier girl would turn a blind eye to it all. After flying around on some transport units, I was sitting right outside the building, waiting for my family to get done with their shopping. I couldn’t wait, so I opened the bootleg item. As I was maneuvering the packaging, MOM walked out. I looked up in fear, and pretended I didn’t know that it was fake. She reached down and looked at it, and then at me accusingly. I held up my plushie and played the dumb customer card. I’d bought it at full price after all. I cooly asked her if I could pay the difference, trying not to look too desperate or scared that I would incriminate myself. She softened when she was that and believed my story.

Then a work dream, actually set in our office where there were 6 hygienists and I was trying to take x-rays on a kid while his mom was hovering around. I get it all done and wait for an exam, wandering into the basement/garage to pick a toy for myself, which turned out to be ripstop nylon fun scrubs. Then I got a song stuck in my head and started singing it while working. That was why I woke up late, because in my head I was already working and not late at all.



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Dog, nightguard, toothbrush, gas station, house/war, my legs

I had the hardest time getting up this morning…similar to springtime! It smells like spring and feels a bit like it too! This weather is insane.

There was this group of 4 friends walking by an apartment complex when they see a black, young dog racing around out there. They manage to catch it and for whatever reason they become mad and upset at the owners for something, so they troop into the apartment the dog’s owner lives and already there is a problem. Only 2 of them managed to get inside the apartment door (a girl and guy, I remember mentioning that I’m so glad a guy made it in there) before it closed and I could hear loud yelling. I looked outside at a commotion and then looked back to see that the remaining 2 friends had been able to hold open the door. I yelled at them to take pictures and call the cops, and they started filming too. Then 4 big college guys begin to troop into the complex, ready to fight and saying, If that’s MY dog they’re arguing about, I’m about to open a can on them! I’m like, uh oh, and skedaddle. Useful, I know.

I end up in a store at the mall. I walk past this mannequin display with an interesting dental tool attached to it. Some random shopper runs up to me as soon as I pick it up in my hand to investigate, and asks, ARE YOU GOING TO BUY THAT?? As if, if I do, then she will. I say, I don’t know yet, and proceed to try out all the demo functions, each brush head (ridiculous ones too) on my face, etc. Then I tell her that the $69 price tag is too much and that if it was half of that, then I would. I look closer at the price tag and there’s a markdown etched into it! At first it said -2, which I took to mean minus two dollars, but looking even closer saw it said half off. I happily exclaimed to the customer that since it’s only $30 (yeah that’s not half…) and I have a coupon, I will definitely buy it! She claps her hands at my luck.

I don’t remember exactly what happened in this next one, but it dealt with really flavorful and delicious cuts of meat that I was unable to taste. Then my half awake dream brain remembered why, it was because I was wearing my night guard! Solution: remove the night guard and shove it under the pillow so that I could enjoy the scrumptious meal!

I was driving around at night, somewhere half familiar and half not. I end up at this park-like green space and I see some columns and lights, so I leave my car to investigate and it turns out to be a historical, pristine, relief carved in beautiful and perfect white marble. Not only that, but it’s not traditional vertical wall, it was carved into the terrain of the ground into the small hill there. So because it was historical and beautiful and I wanted to see all of it, I took off my shoes and proceeded to climb and crawl all over the preserved artifact, making sure to revel my feet in the cold rocky feel of it all. Turns out the images depicted on it are of some controversial nature as it was carved in honor of the Nazi’s but in ancient Chinese art style. I found my family and brought them over to see it so everyone could climb over it too. Then there was some strange thing melded to the dream where there was a war of sorts starting in a massive kitchen? And I needed to ferry supplies to that one base which then we had to quickly move because we’d been found out.

Drove out to a gas station to get gas and ended up sitting there watching another guy get gas. Then something about a flamethrower.

The very last one I remember involved my greyhound mentor and his wife. We were outside and somehow he had managed to fall off or jump off a half-constructed building and could not use his legs. I was staying in this place and somehow I had broken my leg or injured it too. I wanted to go to the grocery store, though, so his wife said she could take me since he couldn’t. I said I could drive, but then again, I was supposed to have one leg injured, so I went with it. Originally I’d intended to go in my pajama pants, but I decided to go change into jeans since that’d be embarrassing for them. I carefully put my legs into my pants and found that actually they didn’t hurt that badly. The room I was in, was my old room in the last house we had. I made sure to change the screen on my laptop before it burned into the screen, and then proceeded to meet his wife who would drive me. She had pulled up in this Formula 1 drag race car and almost couldn’t control it. I almost told her that I felt fine and could drive myself, but she insisted I get into the passenger seat. It was completely made of metal, and somehow I navigated my injured self into it. Then we were at Harris Teeter, and I shot off to shop on my own, because I didn’t need chaperones, thanks. They still followed me anyways and that was annoying, but I managed to pick a few items and then found a neato box in the dog food aisle that ha da picture of a greyhound on it. Inside contained cans of sardines and anchovies. I picked up a German shepherd box and that had dehydrated meal of kibble, spinach and carrots in it. I guess German shepherds like that. I showed it to my greyhound mentor who happened to be perfectly fine and we looked at the price ($39.79) and I complained that buying from Costco would be cheaper, but I guess it wasn’t too bad a price.

Then my body jolted awake 2 minutes before I was supposed to wake up.

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Dog, Home Improvement, Neighbors

I was out in the dark, driving around on the highway in a place I don’t recognize, when I came upon a dog. It was a black greyhound quite a bit like my own black greyhound. I wasn’t home, as we were on vacation or something, so I managed to grab it (didn’t have a leash) and directed it to this glass building in the middle of nowhere that was filled to the brim with junk and wrappers and other trash. My family came to join me and help. I was very excited because she obviously had no owner and reminded me so much of my own dog, I wanted to help her. I let her loose in the house as I ran to talk to my mom and find a leash and collar for her, possibly even a harness. She had been eating everything she could find, including the trash littering the floor, and was so fast and so energetic it was hard to catch her. It’s a good thing we made it to the enclosed area. Finally I got a collar on her so we could grab and direct her, but I sent someone to get a harness too because she was so rambunctious. Walking her was a no-no until the harness was found. Finally I could turn my attention onto her and my mom and I together tried to control her and prevent her from doing bad things, but she was SO crazy and high energy it was wholly frustrating. Then she slowed down, but only because she didn’t feel well having eaten all the trash. She sat down in front of me and I felt her torso and could hear the crinkles where she’d eaten plastic. I told everyone that the only thing we could do now was wait for her to poop and hope everything comes out. More than likely, I’d have to help things out. So she started pooping. Everywhere. I scrambled to keep up with it all and pick up the poops, but they weren’t solid and mixed in with the bits of trash. In my head, I thought that this is probably how Liana was as a young dog and what a good thing I hadn’t had to deal with that, as well as maybe it’ll be a good thing when I manage to get the 2 of them together to meet when we get home and she passes a vet exam.

Then I walked out of my current house. It was late afternoon and I looked over 2 doors down to see that they had been busy replacing their bathroom vanities in the house! Wow. A new car, new bathrooms…they’ve got themselves into some money lately! I stood there to watch a little and saw Tim Taylor from Home Improvements there to help them build things in their house. Randy, his son was helping him too. Then they all returned home to MY house and I guess I was supposed to be Brad. Randy was on the couch looking at me when I walked back in, morose because he wanted his cell phone back to play games on it. Tim walks into the house and I tell him, so he begrudgingly pulls out an old flip-phone and pokes a few buttons, handing it to me. I look at the screen and there is a long list of games MSDOS style, but with the graphics of a TI-83 scientific calculator. I hand it to Randy and he is so happy he sits down to play. That’s when the youngest son comes down the stairs with a mullet and wearing a 90’s jacket. He’s been out with a friend that no one approves of, and he shows me another flip-phone. I tsk at him and say, after he gloats about it, that I’m going to have to tell his mom. He looks at me in horror and I run down to the basement utility room, which is now not a utility room. Tim and his wife are in there talking and I walk in to tell them that their youngest has a phone now. Mom shakes her head sadly and says the name of the boy no one approves of. I nod gravely, and she laments that he’s only 10 years old! The kid walks into the room and arguing starts, but I wake up.

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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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