Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/26/2018
By petal
I find myself moving into an annex of a shared scruffy Victorian town house. I enter through the back door into a cramped valley kitchen. There is welcoming attractive people living in the main house about my own age but the kitchen units are tired and over grubby and used. The people say welcome to Coventry. As I walk up the naff boarded up sixties staircase to my new rooms, I’m thinking “really, is the best I can do?” There is a naff sixties frosted glass door leading into the flat. I’m thinking it’s like my freaking old Grans house and it needs an overhaul. When I get upstairs the rooms are plain and boxy, but as I look out the window I see that the area is quite smart. The living space looks down a nice wooded drive to a quiet suburban road where I catch the glimpse of tidy fronted shops. When I looked out my new bedroom window, I saw a beautiful park, with lovely large pine trees, so I think “perhaps it’s not so bad” and went back down stairs to say hello to the people. I go out into the back yard and see two puppies. The first is like a grey wolfhound lab mix, it’s got an open wound it’s chewing and I instantly feel sorry for it. The other is a cute smaller tan French bull dog thing. It is crying because the previous owners of the annex have left it. I pick it up and comfort it. A grey haired handsomish man from the house comes out with his mates. He says he will take the grey lab out to the pub quiz, if I look after the smaller dog. I get an image of the smart pubs front and the streets around the pub in my head. It’s like a really posh part of London, not Coventry at all. The man’s saying that the local population only has a 50% IQ but the places is good and friendly. I think the guys might well be an arrogant dick but I give him the benefit of the doubt. He could well be smarter than me, he’s taking care of the dog and there is no way I’m giving up my new flat, now I’ve figured it’s by a posh park I can go walk my new dog. Also I think it might be interesting living in the same house as the smug bastard, cause i can probably have a lot of fun winding the wise asshole up, just by being me. I shrug. The man takes his dog to the pub. Leaving me with the French bull dog. As I cuddle the dog. I realise it’s got skin like a baby, then it turns to a fat naked boy. It’s still crying. But I tell it in a years time after I’ve looked after it, it will feel okay and won’t care that it got abandoned. And the kid/dog says that it knows it already. I’m a nice caring person. I wake up. Adopting animals that turn human seems to be a new theme running through my dreams. I’m not sure what it means yet. 🤔