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 ... e_o_i The scene started in my parents' kitchen before it became a dream_game_show: a giant dog approached the back door and my parents shouted, "Aaah, Nose and Eyes is here! Nose and Eyes is coming inside!!" I watched it from the back window. The dog was supposed to inspire dread not just because of its size, but also from sheer opposite-ness in colour between its eyes and snout. Eyes: midnight black. Snout: blinding white. I wasn't sure why the colour disparity made the dog so scary, but I shouted too, to play along. I only got seriously alarmed when Nose and Snout broke down the door. Then again, I was more puzzled than scared when he promptly transformed into Osama bin Laden. 260122 ... e_o_i edits (That last should be Nose and Eyes, though.) 260122 what's it to you? who go blather from