In my dream, I'm sitting crossed legged on the living room floor and letting this puppy rest his head on my white jeans. He's drooling a small, yellow ocean and trying to dream bite my fingers whenever I go to reach for him. At some point when he wakes up, I ask my uncle Ralph if I can take him out to relieve himself. When I open the screen door, it's pouring outside, and the puppy is getting drenched as he tries to drink the puddles of water. My brother finds a matchbox from outside that it surprisingly dry and gives it to my grandpa so the puppy doesn't eat it. On their search for more things, they find that the valley in the backyard had filled up with rainwater, like a small river. My grandpa and my brother go to swim walk through it because dream logic, and I go inside the house with the puppy. My brother makes it back inside, but not my grandpa. Before we can truly panic for long, he shows up through the back door, laughing and not drowned. I remember that he was wearing a long-sleeved, lightish colored foam shirt, and thinking that it was very confusing because it made him look like part of his upper half was yellowish and the rest of him was dark skinned.