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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAM - Boots and Dogs"

DREAM - Boots and Dogs

I was with Stan and we were walking around in a department store like JC Penney's or something similar. We found the shoe section, and I spotted some turquoise miniboots. I say, 'I've always wanted boots like these!' Some looked like they were faux snakeskin print. Stan sits down in a chair, sort of away from where I'm standing. It's rather crowded, and a young women sits down near me. I wonder why Stan doesn't want to sit near me, so I say, 'Stan?' to get his attention. He ignores me. I realize he's ignoring me, like he's mad at me for some reason, so I madly scream 'STAN!' outloudly and wake him up out of a sound sleep, freaked out.

Stan and I were coming 'home' to our place of residence, which was not our house but some rented studio apartment with minimal furniture, very nice hardwood floors and not much else. I don't know what we were talking about, but I was saying that it's better to pay money to rent someplace nice rather than to let someone give you a place to stay for free because they'll always want something from you in return. I think Lamya was in our place and she was saying that they wanted to get a dog, and she think she wanted to get a wolfhound. I told her that they only lived like 7 years, and that was just too short a time to get so attached to a dog so large. There was a deck outside, and our dogs were outside on it. They heard someone coming and they started to act very submissive, rolling on the ground with their bellies in the air (which is NOT how our dogs act). I looked outside and saw it was some women who were caring for the dogs...then I realized they were at a kennel, and so was I, essentially, probably in the deluxe cage.


Dreams can be so weird. There are some of mine that I've just never figured out.

Posted by Chewie @ 01:08:2003:08:44 AM CST

By Ann @ 20:27 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..