I dream so much when I’m not feeling well: my fevered brain. On with the show! In the first dream Ron and I were living in the country. We had a little gray Chihuahua. He had long soft white fur on his chest which he wore like a bib and long gray whiskers. He was very sprightly and energetic. Ron showed me a picture of a black and orange Pomeranian on his phone. He said that he belonged to Kevin Farren, a boy I graduated high school with. He said that Kevin and he played tennis with the dog. Then, the Chihuahua and I were covered in watermelon. Everything was splattered with sticky watermelon from the beige sofa to the white ceiling. After cleaning up the mess I went through the green field that was our front yard to a Chevy Blazer. I climbed in and woke up.
If you think that was fun or enough, then you are in for a treat, a Piranha treat. Now Ron and I were in a pet store. Frankie and my childhood dog, my big brother Bree, Hoagie, were also there. I think Ruth Price, a lady I used to work with, ran the place. There was an enormous Piranha, the biggest I’ve ever seen, a foot-and-a-half long, and fat, with its head sticking out of a metal cage. I told Ruth that I was afraid that he would snap off Frankie’s or Hoagie’s face, but she did not seem concerned.
In the third dream Ron and I were in a cult. I was baking him some chicken, but he said that he wanted a pretzel. I told him that he could have one on the side.
Finally, I dreamed that Frankie was sleeping on the dining room table. When I woke up he was communicating with Arthur from outside the door, telling him about the crunchy feast he’d left on the kitchen floor.
