I'm in an old room. It looks like a the parking lot of the EQ, but smaller and with no cars or colours.
There's a doorway at the end of the room. I peer in and see my mum. She sits on a staircase, reading a book.
I shout out to her, "Mum!" but she doesnt hear.
All of a sudden, a huge, black, ugly dog comes out from nowhere and barks at me. I yell for mum but she still doesn't look up.
The dog keeps barking at me, only its barks become more and more violent and seem to be pushing me backwards more and more with the air the dog expels from its icky mouth. The dog gives one final bark and i go flying backwards.
I fling my arm out to stop myself and grab the first thing that I touch.
A fridge door.
The door of the fridge flaps wildly, still fueled by the dog's windy barks. I hold on for dear life, but eventually my arms give out and I fall down into a trapdoor.
I expect to hit the ground, but instead am suspended in midair in a cellar where my brother and dad are sitting.
Whew!
2 comments:
My my, you have been a busy girl.
So much for sleep.
Also your your dreams continue to amuse and amaze. Thanks for sharing.
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