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04:07:2002 Entry: "DREAM"

DREAM

I was visiting Stan's parents in the house they lived in before Stan's dad passed away. The weird thing was, is that their house was in the same city as the one my parents live in. We had our pets with us, I think, except instead of our Boston and Pug, we had a French Bulldog with markings similar to a Boston. Their house was really crowded, full of their friends and relatives. I felt like I had to go home, which was back to my parent's house. It was really confusing, however, and I can't recall all of what happened, but I thought I was getting the French Bulldog ready to take with me. But I was riding a bike back home, and by the time I got back, I noticed the leash had no French Bullldog on it. I started to panic, and was wondering if I had left it at Stan's parents house, or if it had gotten off the leash on the road somewhere. I went back to their house on my bike (you know how hard it is to ride a bike in a dream? It almost never works as it should). The image of mounting the bike outside my parent's house and trying to cross the median on Pitkin street was very vivid. It was a mountain bike, and I was trying to go up the curb on the median, but it was really difficult. I eventually got back to Stan's parent's house, and I began frantically looking for the Frenchie. I couldn't find him anywhere, but then some relative or someone took me to a back room that was filled with cats. It was like a cat colony. I didn't think the dog would be in there, but sure enough, it came running to me. I can't remember what happened after that.