dream_dog epitome of incomprehensibility I tell the tall grey greyhound that he can't be Cerberus because Cerberus has three heads, not three tails. He's wagging all of them enthusiastically, though, and I feel sorry for contradicting him. As I pass through the metro turnstile, also sorry I can't bring the dog, I wonder where Cerberus or Axel "or someone with a Greek name" showed up in a work of fiction. Harry_Potter? A_Clockwork_Orange? I'm trying to think of The Hunger Games, evidently; my dream mind can't distinguish between ancient Greek and Rome, a trouble for my waking mind too. But it's okay because I can bring Shiloh to the swimming pool. The thing is, he turns into a horse partway there. Convenient, because I can ride the rest of the way, surveying the neighbourhood; inconvenient, because when I tether him to the fence, I'm afraid people will notice. No one does. "He'll still get bored, staying there all that time," I fret. 231204 ... epitome of incomprehensibility My dream_mind multiplied Shiloh by two! Dad and I were getting ready to walk identical dogs with wavy, tawny reddish fur. He was already holding one dog's leash and I was with the other. I closed the carabiner connecting the leash I had to his collar and it made a satisfying click. "Good dog." He'd stayed admirably still while I did that. All the while, I wondered why we'd never walked the two dogs together, why I had no memory of the two dogs being walked together at all. Were they just too chaotic as puppies? 240405 ... e_o_i I see I already had a dream dog. Two. Or make that three. "They multiply like hypothetical rabbits" as I said once about John Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men (I came up with the phrase "hypothetical rabbits" and then found it funny enough to use several more times). 240405 what's it to you? who go blather from