5 Dogs

In connection to the previous entry, I found 5 puppies/dogs tonight. 

I went out to have dinner with my sister and some friends.

As we walked by a row of restuarants, I saw a puppy seated on one of the chairs.I knew that it was the first of 5 dogs which I was going to see tonight. 

After dinner, we stood by a store, talking. A couple of girls passed by, with a puppy tagging along with them.

Before we left the area to go to the mall, I sat in the car and happened to look up at a huge billboard right in front of me with an ad showing a dog looking at the camera. 

As we went through the parking entrance, I saw my fourth dog, just before it disappeared from view when the car moved forward.

As we left the parking, I suddenly turned my head and found a dog being led out of it and I said, I just saw my fifth dog for tonight. 

Moving Out with 4 Puppies and 1 Dog

I was in a huge house, and people were busy packing things and loading them into a big vehicle. I was just sticking around because some of the things are mine. I wasn’t too busy about it though because I was partly scared of what was happening, and I know I didn’t need to lift a finger because I was “well-taken care of”. 

In front of me was a huge red shopping bag, and inside of it were four smaller red shopping bags. Inside are small super adorable puppies. They will be brought to the vehicle to for moving into the house. My new house. 

I was moving into a new home with Mr. Perfect Skin. 

As my mom placed the fourth adorable puppy into the shopping bag, I looked down at them and thought of how cute they are, and that I’d be with them always, and felt happy about it. However, I instantly remembered I was moving out with a guy I don’t even remember being with, liking, nor loving, yet there I was allowing my things to be packed and brought to the vehicle. 

Eventually, I was resigned from the whole thing and didn’t feel like caring anymore, because I knew that I wasn’t going anywhere anyway and don’t have anything happening in my life anyway so why not see how this will work out. Besides, it seemed like it was going to be a comfortable life. 

We were also supposed to bring a dog with us, a pug. However I was told by one of the servants that the pug has run off and hidden and they have yet to look for it. I just said a detached “Ah” and then walked to the door which led to the garage where the vehicle was parked. 

Later on I was in another part of the garage and my sister was asking about the dog. I suddenly remembered that the pug really belonged to Mr. Perfect Skin’s mother, and that she was supposedly giving it to us as a going-away present. I told my sister that the servants still need to look for the dog. She then said “Bah! I bet she really doesn’t want to give it to you guys!” implying that the mother was just pretending to be nice but is really against our moving out. 

Briefly, I worried because I hate having to deal with mothers-in-law who greatly dislike me. But then I just brushed it off because I knew that Mr. Perfect Skin will practically give me everything that I need, including comfort and protection from an antagonistic party. 

After a while, I was with my sister in her car, and she was driving it, and we were talking about re-painting Mr. Perfect Skin’s car. She was talking about the “appropriate” colors for the season and the year, to ensure that luck is brought to my living together and staying with Mr. Perfect Skin. She started talking colors and years, until she said, “Ah! You’re supposed to have an 80s color! You should color your car a CEILING PINK!” with Ceiling Pink being a certain shade of pink. I refused and said I hate that kind of color and asked if there are any other colors we can use that would ensure that our relationship worked. 

Then I remember standing by the vehicle, its silvery paint being chipped off, and an ugly shade of blue showing underneath it. Suddenly I felt sad that I had to let go of something from the past. I’m not sure what it was exactly. But I suddenly felt anguished at having to leave something behind, and starting a new life with someone I barely even know. 

Escape Through the Beach at Night

I stood along the shore of a HUGE body of water. I have dreams from before which I categorize as “water dreams” and this is one of them. These are not just dreams with bodies of water in them, but HUGE and overwhelming bodies of water. Just looking at them makes me feel like trying to gasp for air and like everywhere I look, the body of water seems to catch up to me. 

So anyway, this is one of them.

I stood on the shore, looking out at the dark blue water. It was night time and only the moon provided us light. We were trying to escape from something, though I’m not sure what. There were a number of people around, and we realized we can’t swim to the next closest island, which was just a few yards away, because the water was way too deep and the undercurrent might take some of us into the deeper parts and away from the islands. 

I remember seeing one of my female cousins, and an old grade school classmate who used to bully me. I don’t remember the other people there but I think we were all girls. There were some guys who went to look for something which I don’t remember.

Suddenly, the tides lowered and we were able to see a wider part of the shore. Instead of proceeding with the escape, some of them started swimming in their underwear since we really didn’t have time to bring anything with us when we escaped. I joined them I saw some beautiful white rocks under the shallow part of the waters. We all started playing and laughing around until someone warned that “they” were on the way to the beach, meaning those we were trying to escape from. 

Some started to run towards a narrow path between two boulders of rocks, but most of us just started walking quickly because we knew that they didn’t know yet we were there; they were just heading to the beach for something else. So first, I ran to where my clothes are, and picked up a shirt and skirt. As I walked on, I started putting on my clothes. Then I realized that Mr. Perfect Skin was behind me, and I felt so conscious how big my ass must look or how fat I am so I put on my skirt first. As I put on my shirt I realized that I’m not supposed to worry about it because he wouldn’t mind. Apparently we were together, or on our way to being together. 

In connection to this dream, I have had 3 or 4 recurring dreams in the past with this guy picking me up from work, being in our old home, or being together with me. Oddly though, in real life, I never see him in that way at all and we’re not even close friends. 

A Blue Frog with Shades of Yellow

I sat on one of the white Monobloc chairs in what seemed to be one of the old bedrooms I slept in when I was little. On my left sat my sister’s boyfriend, then my sister. On my right was an empty seat, then a girl friend, then another empty seat, then a guy who’s also part of the same group of friends where we are all in. This guy has perfect skin and hair. Not that I adore it, but just to identify who he is. 

We all sat facing the window, and it was evening. A night lamp was on somewhere in the room, allowing us to see the things around us. I looked up and saw a blue frog with some hints of yellow. on the wall, above the window, facing the ceiling. I pointed it out and we all commented on how artistic it looked. However, later on, it started moving, turning around to face us, as if deliberating on jumping onto one of us. The girl friend and I were so terrified that we were able to conjure up a white blanket to try to cover us. For some odd reason, my legs  and her face and my sister can’t be covered by the blanket. I was panicking because I was wearing a dress so my knees, lower legs, and feet were totally unprotected and I know the frog might decide to jump on them and I’d feel its unpleasant texture. 

I leaned forward and looked at Mr. Perfect Skin, about to call him to stay on the seat beside me instead. I thought it was only sensible to do that because we were going to be together. However, I stopped because I realized that I’m the only person who knows about what will happen in the future, and not even he knows about it. So I leaned back again and just kept quiet. When I looked again he was looking at me like he was wondering what I was going to say. 

Then everything shifted and we were all in a well-lighted room wherein I gave orders to everyone on what stuff to prepare for a party. Around me were big tables and lots of white linen and white table cloth. As everyone went about busily, I caught sight of him through one of the doorways, and he stood looking at me, with the same questioning look of what I was going to say. 

Hermione, Ron, and…. Hermione

I was with a group of people and we all needed to escape from something. So we all had to ride a wobbly boat and cross black, murky waters. The boat was wide and I sat in the middle of the enclosed part, with small windows on the sides. On my right sat Hermione, though an older version. She’s like younger than I am yet closer to my age. She’s like my really really close friend. On my left sat Ron, slightly younger than the Hermione on my right. Ron seemed more mature and serious than his actual character. He ia also my close friend but not as close as the Hermione on my right. On his left sat another Hermione, but a much younger one, like in her late teens.Occasionally she’s transform into Ginny but most of the time she’s just the younger Hermione. 

At some point in the ride, the boat shook and we all grew very afraid. The younger Hermione held Ron’s left hand. I was terrified to so I held Ron’s right hand, thinking no one will think of it in a bad light since we are all close friends and I was understandably scared. That was when I noticed that Ron held a small piece of paper or card on his right hand, and I knew it contained an important message. I didn’t ask what it was about but just held his hand. No one spoke as the bumpy ride continued. 

In a few minutes, the boat sailed more smoothly and I let go of Ron’s hand. The younger Hermione stood up and I realized she was just slightly taller than a child and was wearing a very frilly dress. She playfully took my left hand and gently hit my palm, then did the same to my right. She said that was for holding Ron’s hand. Ron didn’t say anything but felt awkward. He knew he didn’t mind if I held his hand and would have preferred if the younger Hermione wasn’t too clingy.

After a while the boat shook a bit again, and the younger Hermione clung to his left arm. With the card still i \n his right hand, he held mine. I gently let go, thinking I don’t want to cause any trouble. I whispered about it to the older Hermione and we somewhat giggled about it. I told her how the younger Hermione became so upset earlier. However, Ron suddenly reached across me and help the older Hermione’s hand, as if it made him feel better to hold either my hand or her hand, instead of the younger Hermione’s hand. I whispered to the older Hermione not to hold his hand because the younger one might hit her because of it, then we giggled and she let go of him. 

Ant Chips

I held a round piece of golden yellow potato chip in my hand. 

It was supposed to be a benchmark for all the pieces of chips to be made. The new chips should be more or less the same size as the round potato chip in my fingers. 

However, the new type of chips to be made are made up of small black bits stuck together until they form a round piece of chip. These black bits are toasted pieces of ant sections. They are cooked and toasted like sesame seeds, except that they turn black, and then they are help together by a special ingredient so they can form round chips. This new kind of chips were going to be called “Ant Chips”. 

Somehow I was angry because I think I was saying something about using ants in such a wrong manner and that no one will eat it. I was especially upset when I saw some of the finished products. 

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