I had the weirdest dream last night. Have fun picking it apart if you want to! I don't know WHAT was in my subconscious to throw out so many vivid details.... Sorry it's long!
In my dream, my DH and I were not living in *this* house. We were living in a kind of flat, on the first or second floor I think, with a communal courtyard outside. We had no pets and no William.
You know those kind of open steps, with no back? Well those were the kind of stairs we had down to the door to outside, kind of wooden but with metal strips. Pretty ugly. There was no lift. The stairwell was pretty gloomy, all brown and grey, no carpet, with a very clinical feel. There was a rough brown mat by the doors, they were large double doors.
In my dream, I had gone outside after an argument with DH. I think I was a little upset and teary. There was a kind of concrete shelter outside, like a bus shelter. I went in there and huddled there in my coat looking out at the rain.
A movement in the corner of the shelter caught my eye and I looked round and there were some bright red flowers there. I turned to lok at them because I couldn't remember seing them before and they looked odd. But when I went closer I saw they were in the shape of a dog and I pushed the flowers away and there was a smooth coated brown puppy there in the middle of the flowers. He was shivering and weak and skinny looking. Cold and damp. He was whimpering as I got closer and obviously scared.
Well of course I had to pick him up and take him indoors and get him dry and warm and see if I could find out where he came from. I have a vague sense of DH being cross with me about this in my dream, something about "no more dogs!" (although in my dream there were no others). I didn't WANT to find this pup a home or take him to the shelter despite my promises. I got attached to him.
We kept him overnight and he made no mess indoors. I went out the following morning and he got past me really fast and BOUNCED down the stairs! I dashed after him, and he was unhurt but he had an accident by the front door - he couldn't quite hold on long enough. But I didn't scold him, I took him outside and he ran about and gradually changed to a sleek and glossy black puppy, well fed and happy, confident and cuddly, and more like a dobie than the labX he had started out looking like. I had him on my lap rubbing his tummy and loving him and he gazed up at me with these gorgeous brown eyes. I had this kind of warm, happy feeling.... and the dream kind of fizzled out and I woke up.
Go on - whatcha think?