The orange dog

Had a dream last night that I was walking Zeta in the park, but we kept coming across other dogs. Zeta was fine with the dogs, but the owners and the dogs kept shouting/barking at each other. We walked off in another direction, but two of them followed. One of them was a Westie with fluorescent orange fur. I’m not sure if it was born like that or if the owner painted it.

Later on in the dream, I was in town. My brother, Lee, had gone to my nan and grandad’s house and I was meeting him there. I was walking around town with just socks on my feet and it was raining, so I was tempted to take them off, as barefoot would be more comfortable than wet socks. I left them on though. At one point, I was trying to cross the road to get to the bus stop, but it was a wide, busy road. There were a bunch of us trying to cross and we had to try and dodge the traffic. We did it in the end, but when I got to the bus stop, I discovered the bus I needed didn’t stop there.

I eventually made it to the house and met up with my brother and my grandparents. I can’t remember what happened after that.

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