Dream

Posted on October 14, 2002 in Dreams

I’m standing in the kitchen of a house similar to one I lived in back in North Carolina. We (my room mates and I) have two mid-sized, shaggy dogs of an unfamiliar breed. One of the dogs is pregnant. A voice over clinically describes the changes in behavior. The female dog, it explains, starts to look like a bubble. An actual air sack puffs up on the back about where the rib cage ends. The narrator explains that as the birth approaches, the dog wants more privacy. The male, who is smaller, drives me away from the door leading to the enclosed back porch. I move to the center of the room. He follows me, wagging his tale and barking. “He doesn’t like you,” someone with a voice very much like my mother’s says.