I went to a Pug Play date by myself. I don't know why Stan wasn't there. It was at night, and at quite a different setting than the one we go to. It was more lavish, like a large rec room with couches, but it wasn't a domestic setting, it was definitely commercial. No one was talking to me. Then one women sits down next to me and keeps referring to Lucifer Sam as a bitch. I try to explain to her he is a fixed male, but she says "Oh, well, then, he's still a bitch."
There was also a lot of jumbled imagery in this dream that I can't describe very well.
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This sounds a little like one of Agent Cooper's dreams. I wish I could have been there.
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