i want a pet.
the bizarro dreams are back. here is a recap of last night's odyssey.
i was in the house i grew up in florida. (this tends to be "home base" for a lot of my dreams.) i was outside and i kept seeing these kids running around with guns, trying to hunt baby animals. a little girl tried to kill a cub, a little boy tried to kill a baby coyote, etc. i was in such shock over the fact that these kids had weapons and that they would try to harm these precious animals. i couldn't move, i couldn't speak. eventually this little girl came up and shot a puppy at close range. i ran over and scooped the puppy up in my arms and went anger management on the kid. i asked her how the hell she could shoot a puppy. and then i said that maybe she should get her animals straight before she tries to shoot them. i told her to get a damn animal dictionary and study it.
i took the puppy in my house and was hysterical because i didn't want the puppy to die. there was no blood but it seemed that the dog was in shock. i look in the phone book but couldn't find any emergency vets. in fact, i couldn't really find any vets at all...so i run into the bathroom because i realize that f.f. is taking a shower and i remembered that his vet was also an emergency vet. anyway, he gives me the number...i call and they tell me that they won't help me because there was no blood so everything should be ok. so i hang up,look at the puppy and say. ok. i guess you need to go home. i snuggled with it for a while and then sent it on its way. an hour or 2 later i see it walking around and i wonder why the hell i let it go. i then decided to get the dog...and keep it until i found its owner. i knew it would be so hard to give it up when the time came, but we had already bonded and i couldn't just let it wander the streets to get hurt again. that is when i woke up.
uh...i thought i knew what this meant, but now, i have no idea. all i know is i want that damn puppy. it was the cutest thing in the world.
i was in the house i grew up in florida. (this tends to be "home base" for a lot of my dreams.) i was outside and i kept seeing these kids running around with guns, trying to hunt baby animals. a little girl tried to kill a cub, a little boy tried to kill a baby coyote, etc. i was in such shock over the fact that these kids had weapons and that they would try to harm these precious animals. i couldn't move, i couldn't speak. eventually this little girl came up and shot a puppy at close range. i ran over and scooped the puppy up in my arms and went anger management on the kid. i asked her how the hell she could shoot a puppy. and then i said that maybe she should get her animals straight before she tries to shoot them. i told her to get a damn animal dictionary and study it.
i took the puppy in my house and was hysterical because i didn't want the puppy to die. there was no blood but it seemed that the dog was in shock. i look in the phone book but couldn't find any emergency vets. in fact, i couldn't really find any vets at all...so i run into the bathroom because i realize that f.f. is taking a shower and i remembered that his vet was also an emergency vet. anyway, he gives me the number...i call and they tell me that they won't help me because there was no blood so everything should be ok. so i hang up,look at the puppy and say. ok. i guess you need to go home. i snuggled with it for a while and then sent it on its way. an hour or 2 later i see it walking around and i wonder why the hell i let it go. i then decided to get the dog...and keep it until i found its owner. i knew it would be so hard to give it up when the time came, but we had already bonded and i couldn't just let it wander the streets to get hurt again. that is when i woke up.
uh...i thought i knew what this meant, but now, i have no idea. all i know is i want that damn puppy. it was the cutest thing in the world.