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.