dog dreams:

i was at the grocery store with my dog jake, and my mom. i'd be holding jake in my arms, and then i'd get distracted by talking to someone or looking at something and jake would be gone. i'd be looking for him all around the store, but when i found him he'd just be snuffling at a bag of dog food or something, and i'd say "come over here!" and he would hop back up in my arms.

i remember different things i was looking at, scented candles and things made of bamboo.

next, the grocery store had turned into a hardware store. mom and i went into a room for buying wood. there were really long pieces of wood, but we needed a big square of wood because mom wanted to make a new table. jake was draped over my neck like a boa or a lamb or something. i felt happy and content.

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first, there were a bunch of us and we were on our way back to work. throughout sydney, there were these little wooded areas with small rivers running through them. kind of secluded even though they were right in town.

we kept stopping at each one for a quick swim, it was so nice and the water felt soft, if that makes any sense. like not shockingly cold or anything, just comfortable and nice. there was green grass and leaves all around and dappled sunlight.

then a teenage girl was harassing me and my sister. just calling nicole over and over, wanting her to go and do something fun with her, meet her places. i kept telling nicole to ignore her, but nicole kept answering the phone. then i got a phone call with a weird number like 1-1-456-9898 and i thought it was the girl calling from skype or something and i screamed into the phone "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU ARE A BITCH".

my dad called me back a few minutes later, and told me the call was from a girl at his work who was calling to offer me a job. i felt bad for yelling at her.

i was at home and the dog walkers came back with the dogs. as they came in i realized that they brought back the wrong dogs - these ones were huge mutty dogs and they were smelly and dirty.
i told them they weren't my dogs, that they had made a mistake, but the dog walkers said it wasn't their fault. they started acting very shifty, and edged out of the door and started walking away quickly.

i realized that someone had stolen my dogs! i was incredibly upset, i didn't know what to do. my body tensed up and i wanted to cry and cry. i felt helpless. someone started telling a story about a church that used to do all sorts of terrible things in the 1800s - they would steal dogs and also torture people in a chamber below the ground. i had a vision of a concrete churchyard with a triangular shaped hole in the ground with someone chained in a dungeon below the hole.

i was mad that someone would even bring up this story as it had nothing to do with my dogs and i still didn't know what to do. i realized i should call the cops.