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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAMs - Dog Morphing and More"

DREAMs - Dog Morphing and More

For some odd reason I was at the doctor's (human...not vet) in an exam room with Plato. I was standing up and holding Plato and talking to some nurses/technicians. Then another nurse or technician walked into the room with a patient to get some information for her. I could tell the patient was younger than me...she was also shorter than me, but she had grey hair. I can't remember if she had a baby with her or not, but that was the gist of her conversation. For some reason this woman thought *I* was younger than her, and she said something like "Well, you'll find out when *you* have a baby...how old are you?" I looked at her sternly, smiled and said, "We're not having children." The woman was shocked and gave me a rather disgusted look, as if it was my duty to procreate. For some reason, although retaining his Boston Terrier shape, Plato appeared to look like a small Dalmation, with a bunch of small black spots.

I was on my computer, and someone from online was suddenly in my room asking me if I had any food. I thought it rather presumptuous of her, but instead of looking in my kitchen, I pulled down some menus on my computer to "see" what I had available. I told her I could make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She said "that's OK," as if she hoped we had a better meal available. Stan looked at me and wondered what the heck that was about. Then I was at a site with a bunch of Poser figures, but it was like they were real and plastic, not just virtual. They were like small plastic dolls with the same stock features for all the women, same features for all the children, but the men came in two types, young and old. The young ones were pretty generic and wimpy-looking, but the older ones looked like Paul Soglin! It cracked me up and I woke up laughing my head off.

Lucifer Sam and Plato were playing, but Plato again had morphed into another dogshape, this time a large black Newfoundland. Plato was putting a bunch of Lucifer Sam's toys in his mouth and spitting them out...there were small furry cat mice, balls and even matchbox cars (which we don't let the dogs play with). He starts to spit and choke, and I'm hoping that he didn't swallow anything dangerous. I tell Stan, "name all the items in Plato's mouth" in a joking sort of way. Then Plato starts to choke again, and I'm afraid he really did swallow something bad. Then he starts spitting out blood and it reminded me of Hieronymus's final days. I woke up scared to death, but relieved it was only a dream.

By Ann @ 20:32 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..