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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAMs - Sad and Stupid"

DREAMs - Sad and Stupid

For some odd reason, Stan and I were going to buy a different house: the little house I lived in when I was a pre-schooler in Indiana that my parents rented. (Why we would prefer that house, which is like 200 miles away, to the one we currently own is beyond me. We had a real estate agent and she was showing us all the paperwork and everything, but there was a catch...no dogs allowed. (Why would no dogs be allowed if we *owned* it?). So we had to get rid of our dogs. We still had Hieronymus, and the only thing we could do is to take them to the pound. Once in the humane society, I was looking at this cage that was filled with one breed of dog that the people there called bulldogs, but they looked nothing like bulldogs at all. The dog was large, sharp snout, short reddish fur. I cannot think of any purebred dog that looks like this...it looked more like a mix of perhap a Lab, Rhodesian Ridgeback, Greyhound, Viszla (sp?), but all the dogs looked the same. They were piled into a cage like rats. It was disturbing. We filled out some paperwork there and handed over our dogs to them, but then I got cold feet. I was hearing all this talk about euthanizing their dogs, and I feared that instead of going to a loving home, our dogs would end up dying in this concentration camp. I couldn't bear to see this happen. I think I was crying and probably was even crying in real life as I slept. I told Stan that I wanted out of the house deal; fortunately we hadn't signed anything on the contract. We told a woman at the humane society that we want our dogs back. She looked a bit puzzled as if that hadn't ever happened before, but she told us that was probably a good idea because they did a search and no one wanted them anyway (in that short a time?) and because they were older they probably wouldn't find a home. So they gave our dogs back to us. I remember she handed over Hieronymus to us in our arms...it was like the way we handed him over to the vets IRL when he was going to be put to sleep. A very sad dream.

I also dreamt I was in a clothing store looking at lots of clothes. For some reason I was dressing up in an 80s fashion, looking at myself in the mirror and saying, "you know, the 80s weren't that bad...the worst thing was the hair, but take away the poofy bangs and the clothes were neat." A very stupid dream.

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