Lost Dogs

Date: 12/15/2024

I won't be able to remember all the parts but here goes. I was in a house with quite a few people. Maybe 4 adults and 5 kids. I didn't quite know anyone but there were the classic archetypes of parents and kids, couples, my family and then friends of the family. At one point there was a pretty crazy drama happening where there was a man who was awful and we all knew he needed to be "taken care of". It became obvious that the "man of the house" (a strong character with high morals) was going to kill this problem guy. As this drama started to play out, the guy killing started to prepare in an upstairs bathroom. The energy in the house got intense and I busied myself trying to keep any of the kids from going upstairs and tried to keep them in front of a movie so they wouldn't hear. Some kids and most adults weren't phased and didn't know anything was happening and some adults knew it was happening and gracefully ignored it and some kids could sense something was going on and became curious. It was a mix. While that was happening the main floor became kind of a kids exposé of their talents and projects. There was one kid who would make these fake busts for the wall out of stone or paper mache or something and I wasn't really paying attention. All of a sudden his mother has a payment machine to ask how much I will pay to be entered into a draw to win one. I was like Oh yeah, no, I didn't even see what he did and I don't expect I will get anything. Both the mother and the boy were annoyed and the boy and his friend tried to convince me that it was worth it and he was an expert. I told him he was learning and that it was normal not to receive money and praise while he hones his craft. The next scene pivots quite a bit but as the story changes I am worried about the mother of the man murdered will be calling me and I won't know what to say and wondered how many times she would call and I would ignore it. In this thought process the man who was killed is just a kid. So around the back of the house it's now day time but also is not quite a backyard. it's like a court yard or fortress garden or something. It's crowded like there is a party but I'm not sure what is going on. There are many people my age and there are conversations and feelings floating around about my ability to flirt, be attracted to people and make romantic moves in a public setting haha. I'm kind of like yea yea we get it and I can't remember what let to the next part but I was shown a hole in the ground directly in front of the back door of the home and that if you go down into it, you're transported to another world. Very casually almost like I was in no rush, I dive into the hole and land completely somewhere else (I guess not another world but another place far far away from there). A few of us are there now and we're walking down a dirt road, it's beautiful and sunny - definitely mid summer - and we're next to a lake. There are dotted houses around and I look up a steep hill to see a classic Nova Scotian home, which I ADORE. I ask the group if they ever had friends growing up who lived in a house like this. I loved to play in these houses and was reminiscing. Most said no. As we're walking along, I'm not sure when this happened but all my friends turned into dogs and goats and pigs. Somehow they were still my friends, but in classic dream fashion it wasn't a big event, it just happened. Then we're walking along, it reminded me of my grandparents cabin community in Ontario. There were small streets off the main dirt road and they had kitschy, tiny cabins and then lake was nearby. The animals started to spread out and run around and at one point we lost one of them. Still aware of the murdered boy and the potential call or police encounter I will need to deal with I started looking for the lost animal. I feel like it was a goat or something. I'm looking around and then get to the edge of the lake, I'm looking at my feet and I realize I'm dreaming, I decide to become lucid and reality fills my whole body as I become heavy and real in this reality. I decide to get in the water, I wade in and start to swim. As I'm lucid I know that anything could happen and I'm a tiny bit afraid and simultaneously curious about why I would choose to go in water lucid. I see in my mind's eye that I could go back through the portal back to the regular world and perhaps I do that. I was not lucid for long before the dreaming ends.