Letting the dogs out

July 9, 2003

Sleeping in bed, I get up and let the dogs out. Five minutes later the little one is back in the house. I assume she came in through the basement door and up the stairs.

I go out to the living room and all the dogs are out there, and the basement door is closed. I never let them out. Letting them out was just a dream, a very real dream.

Looking back on it, my bedroom in the dream was different than my "real" bedroom, surrounded by light-colored wood and white windows or parchment paper.

This time I let the dogs out, then double-check the basement door and go back to bed. Then the *real* dreams start ...

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