Hungry dog

I’m at home, although it’s completely different here. Nothing looks the same but I still know it’s my place. I’m on my way to the local market because I’m hungry, and I want to make something special for dinner.

I suddenly have a dog with me. I know this dog, he’s called Oscar, and a friend of mine owned him but had to get rid of him. The dog is a Staffordshire Bull Terrier, and he’s excited and very friendly, as always.

I realise that I’m not on my way to the market after all, I’m still in my building and it has turned into a really old, cabin-like place with thick wooden columns crossing from floor to roof, holding the ceiling. There are stairs all over the place and I sort of get lost in them. As soon as I get to a new floor there’s a kitchen, but it’s not the kitchen I’m (suddenly) looking for. Also, there are girls running all over the place, some dressed and some not, and all of them are, of course, very beautiful. They appear from out of bathrooms smiling, and they run around looking purposeful just the way girls can.

Some of the girls I bump into also have dogs. Oscar is getting more and more excited, he is pulling the leash like mad, and he starts growling. He turns his head around to look at me, and I understand that he’s angry because he can’t run freely. He wants to say hi to the other dogs.

I’m getting more and more frustrated, and my hunger almost kills me. I sweat a lot and feel very self-conscious about it. I notice that the girls all start giggling and pointing at me, and Oscar is just about to explode. He looks at me one last time and actually talks to me, saying: “Take the leash off me”, and he’s looking really gloomy. I bend down and take his leash off, and then I wake up. Very hungry.