Date: 6/3/2018
By gabriel4031
I am outside a restaurant of a historical museum in Norris. I’m walking with HL. NM is there too. I see a grey pit bull come near me. NM walks away slowly, saying “nope, nope, nope”. HL stays there. I can tell the dog wants to bite me. It bites my arm and won’t let go. I look to HL, who is wearing a crimson shirt and jeans, and ask if he is going to help me. He won’t. He says it isn’t fair to have two humans against one dog, and it seems that I have it under control. I look to my arm and it looks like a small pillow has been strapped to my arm, protecting it. HL sees it too, but is unfazed. I mention that it’s helpful. I bash my elbow into the dogs head, and it helps. I’m surprised that it’s not like my silent scream dreams. I’m also surprised that he stayed, even if he’s not helping, it’s not like the usual dream of this type. He suggests that I punch it, but I’m afraid of hurting my hands. I punch the dog in the face, but it’s not as effective as my elbows. I kick it in the ribs. The arm thing makes it harder to fight the dog, but it is working, and the dog leaves. HL and I enter the restaurant.