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Wild Dog Ranch

Posted on February 3, 2006 | Filed Under Dreams 

Dream from last night:

I was downtown Victoria in a restaurant or bar that was similar to a library, people ordering food, but sitting at big library tables eating and reading. I was trying to leave, to pay my bill. It was pouring rain outside and I was fumbling with my wallet, bag, umbrella etc. So I got up from my table, dropped my umbrella, picked it up, went to pay, realizing I had left my bag at my table. Went back to get my bag, dropped my umbrella again. On my way back to the bar to pay, I ran into my old friend from elementary school Mary and her mom. (When we were little her mom was a substitute teacher, and sometimes subbed our classes) They both had their arms full of books, cause they were both teachers now. I said “Hi Mary, Hi Joan” (how can i remember her mom’s name after all this time?) and promptly dropped my umbrella again, feeling like a big dork/clutz. They looked at me snottily and then turned around ignoring me. I got all upset at the snub and went to stumble out the door, dropping various things as I went. Made it out into the rain and wind, and made my way up Douglas St (main downtown street in Vic) to my work Chapters (where I used to work a long time ago.).

Dream is shifting gears now, as Chapters morphs into my current job here in Vancouver. So Im at work here with all my real life work people. One woman, lets call her Anne, decided she wants to go home for lunch. We all let her, knowing it will take her HOURS to walk home. Time passes and its somehow the weekend and we are headed to her house for a party (in real life she is actually having a party this weekend). We are driving there in a guy’s big van, and somehow North Vancouver turns into the African savannah, with tall yellow grasslands, and dirt roads. Grassland turns to mountains and we pass Anne halfway up this mountain and dont pick her up…she has been walking since she left work i think. We get up the mountain to her house/ranch and the van disappears. We are hiking up this dirt path looking at all the wild animals around, giraffes and vultures. Grass is tall and we know there are more animals hiding in it. All of a sudden we are surrounded by wild dogs, or maybe hyenas…Anne catches up to us and yells “DONT RUN, the wild dogs will get you”…well yah, we noticed! So we try to scare them away, yelling and kicking at them and somehow we start running away through the ranch to her house, with the hyenas biting our heels.

I woke up when I realized we werent getting away from them and I didnt want to dream about being eaten by wild dogs.

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