Friday, October 05, 2007

Two Strange Dreams About Dogs

Last week, I dreamed I had acquired a dog whose keen intelligence and winning personality made him the animal everybody loved. Seeing as how my name is Drew, I note with a bit of discomfort that the dream dog's name was Andy. But as far as dream dogs go, Andy rocked my world. He literally made friends wherever he went. He did tricks. And he had a coat of long, shiny tan fur than spun into Shirley Temple-like ringlets at the tips. In short, it was as if Andy had been designed by an eight-year-old girl with a princess complex who had been tasked with designing a fantasy companion for Barbie.

When I woke up, I could only think of how much I wanted to play with Andy. The realization that Andy did not, in fact, exist hit me pretty hard.

The incident reminded me of the earliest dream I can remember having. This dream also starred a dog, though one that existed in inanimate form in real life. My mother had a childhood toy that I played with when I was very young: Pepe, a life-sized turquoise stuffed poodle that my grandfather had won for her at the carnival. In the dream, I was sitting on the floor of my mother's childhood bedroom at my grandparents' house when I looked over and saw Pepe, in all his turquoise glory, standing in the doorway and wagging his tail. Before I could say "You came to life! Good for you!" Pepe lunged at me, sinking his teeth into a specific spot on the right side of my back, about equidistant between my shoulder blade and tailbone. That's all I remember from the dream and, for all I know, that could have been all that happened worth remembering.

To this day, whenever I have a nightmare, my back will painfully twitch in the exact spot where Pepe bit me. (Yes, the Hoodoo Guru dream also caused that sensation.) In fact, as I think about nightmares as I type this now, I can almost feel that spot hurting. I've never determined whether the subsequent twitches result from the memory of the awful Pepe dream or if my back just naturally does that during nightmares. Quite possibly, Pepe biting me was merely my subconscious's way of explaining the painful sensation in the context of the dream. You know, like when your dream incorporates the sound of your alarm clock or somebody talking in the room while you're asleep.

I just thought it was worth mentioning that I've now had two dreams about dogs whose effects have extended beyond the duration of the dream. Woof.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous11:06 AM

    It’s reminding me of a dream I had last week. I dreamed about Paris Hilton’s Chihuahua, Tinkerbell. Paris was promoting a series of armchairs for Chihuahuas and there was her overweight Chihuahua lying in one of the armchairs. This dream was freaking weird!