A Strange Dream
Hello. I had a really strange dream two nights ago. Normally speaking, my dreams are never really that memorable to write about. More often than not, it's a memory of me in my old house. It might be terrifying, might be boring, but they're my memories, however distorted they are through the lens of dreaming. But that dream, that was definitely abnormal. For one, I'm not in my house, but out on a street. Though, Gods know what street I'm on, since everything is white, except a wall, a streetlamp and, I kid you not, a dog-like being looking at me, like they're using the wall for support, if that makes sense. Let that sink in for a few seconds. After a few pleasantries (knowing they know my husband, despite us having never met in real life is ever so slightly unnerving), we got down to brass tacks. It was... fruitful, to say the least, though we were treading between familiar grounds and uncharted waters. (Not sure if their complimenting me on my intelligence and reaso