Date: 4/29/2019
By murgler
I was in my dads house. He had this absolutely ferocious dog- I can’t remember the color. I was trying to walk past it in the hallway and it started tearing apart my right thigh. From where I was, I could see someone on the couch. Maybe my mom? They did nothing but stare in shock. My wounds afterwards didn’t look like dog bite wounds, they were horizontal scratches. I had a vision of a black dog this morning. Makes me think of Hecate.