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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008 02:06 pmI had a really annoying dream last night. More like a nightmare I guess. In it, I'm standing out in my backyard (not this backyard, but somewhere that seemed familiar in the dream, but I can't place now) with my dogs and some guy starts trying to sneak into the backyard. He's opening the garage door slowly. So I, of course, send my German Shepherd to kill him. (Not that the German Shepherd would do that necessarily) Thankfully even though he has a knife, he is afraid and runs.
Another neighbor, a woman, who was cooking dinner hears the commotion and assumes since Chakotay is outside of our yard and circle chasing the guy that I'm just being cruel. We have a tense moment of exchanged words, but she sees that guy has a knife and believes me and chases him off as well.
The worse part of the dream though was that I had no idea how I would protect my dogs. They couldn't stay outside because that guy might break in again and steal them. And they couldn't live inside because it was one of those crappy pet restricted, extreme low income places.
Of course, then the dream shifts. And now I'm some undercover person, trying to find drug dealers who fight or steal dogs. So I'm in the underworld in a cardboard box and living with pit bulls down by a river. (We didn't eat government cheese though.)
I think the last part is directly related to the Quantum Leap episode I watched last night. Which also explains the feeling of sadness, like I'd lost someone, I had throughout the dream.
Another neighbor, a woman, who was cooking dinner hears the commotion and assumes since Chakotay is outside of our yard and circle chasing the guy that I'm just being cruel. We have a tense moment of exchanged words, but she sees that guy has a knife and believes me and chases him off as well.
The worse part of the dream though was that I had no idea how I would protect my dogs. They couldn't stay outside because that guy might break in again and steal them. And they couldn't live inside because it was one of those crappy pet restricted, extreme low income places.
Of course, then the dream shifts. And now I'm some undercover person, trying to find drug dealers who fight or steal dogs. So I'm in the underworld in a cardboard box and living with pit bulls down by a river. (We didn't eat government cheese though.)
I think the last part is directly related to the Quantum Leap episode I watched last night. Which also explains the feeling of sadness, like I'd lost someone, I had throughout the dream.
