I was in a living-room-like space, possibly my parent's living room, but that didn't seem quite right even though I think at least my mom was present. There was a Chihuahua* sitting in a small high chair, like where you put a baby. It started urinating, but not in the chair. It was straining really hard and produced a really strong, long pee stream, shooting it in a long, thick arc onto the carpet. (Must have taken one of those male urinary enhancement drugs...uh oh, here come the Google searches). Instead of grabbing the dog and putting it outside, I just let it urinate, and then told my mom about it because she didn't even see it, even though she was watching it. My mom couldn't see the wetness on the floor, so I showed her a trick (which only works in this dream) of putting down a towel in the general area and it would soak up the pee in yellow (not wet, but dry sulfur yellow) patches.

I was in the flat Stan and I lived in for a year when we first moved to Madison. I was getting ready to leave to go someplace with a large manilla envelope. As I went out the door, I noticed another large envelope in the mail box. It was raining, and I was afraid my envelope would get wet. I know this dream segment sounds mundane, but it was a bit eerie and surreal that can't translate well in its retelling.

Labels: Dreams