January 20, 2008

• Lost puppy “fetches” a bad dream

  So, Friday night, I got home from work around midnight. It was cold and a little windy and very dark. I park in the front of the house, but for the sake of convenience, I usually go down the alley which wraps around the house to get my car facing in the direction I will leave in the morning. Friday night I turned down the alley and saw this black shadow sort of dodge behind the neighbor’s house. When I stopped the car, and let my eyes adjust to darkness there, I saw this huge black dog. I mean, our dog is large (great pyrenees/golden retriever mix), but this dog had at least a head on mine. He started baying at me, so I continued down the alley and came back around to the front of my house. The whole trip takes about two-three minutes. As I came back around and parked the car, I looked over at the front of my house and the black dog was on my porch!

  I got out of my car and whistled to him. I’m no idiot. I left my car door open so I could jump back in if he got aggressive. I could tell by the tone of his baying and his body language that he was still a puppy and anxious, no matter how big he was. He trotted down from the porch, stared at me, then started baying again and took off down the alley. (WTF? Hound of the Baskervilles?!?) So I got my stuff and went inside. When I got in, our dog was waiting to go out side. No problem. There’s a fence around our yard so she’s safe.

  Now this is the odd part. Our dog isn’t good around other dogs. She barks and carries on like it’s the first time she’s ever seen another dog. When I let her out though, the other dog came right over and she didn’t bark at all. She just trotted right up to him and they looked each other over. Our dog’s been known to stare at walls and start barking (our house is haunted), so this was weird behavior indeed. The only thing that makes me think this was a real dog (and not a fetch) is that he had a collar on. Otherwise it was completely surreal. This was weirder than the time I went down the alley and saw an eight point deer trotting the other way, and much weirder than the time I was at the other end of the alley and a little owl hardly bigger than my hand flew across my path, landed about a foot away from my car, and turned its head all the way around to look at me.

  After staring at our dog for a minute or so, the black dog turned to look at me, started baying, and ran off behind the neighbor’s house again. At this point, my mother and her boyfriend came downstairs because the dog had woken them up. They thought it was the other neighbor’s dog (which didn’t start barking at all until a couple minutes later, so maybe the big black dog went in the neighbor’s yard). My mother figures it was a great dane puppy, but we don’t know anyone in our neighborhood that has a new dog. I was most worried that it might get hit by a car since it was very dark Friday night and the dog was pitch black. I wanted to call the police, but my mother told me not to, so I don’t know what happened to it. Poor dumb puppy.

  Then that night I had the dream about falling through different realities. It was like I came unstuck in my own reality and my reality kept shifting, becoming weirder and weirder. In one reality, everything liquified and oozed around me as if it had a life of its own. In another, I was standing on a street corner and everything was bugs moving at incredible speed around and past my feet. Everywhere I went, the “people” thought I belonged there, so apparently it was only my consciousness that was wandering. It appeared I had some semblence of control over the phenomena too, because I’d shift a lot more if I was anxious or if I put my mind to it. I really just wanted to get home though. So I shifted into a world that I thought was mine. It seems I had a husband, but in this world, he was actually my sister’s husband. Worse yet, the people in this world knew about my reality problem and wanted to study and harness it for their own use. So my sister’s husband pretended that he was my husband, but he was really a secret agent. He tried to grab me, but when I realized what was going on, I shifted and he went with me bodily. He fell into this pit where these “monsters” were infested with things which looked like trilobites. The trilobites would burrow into their bodies, mutating them as they did so and if the creatures felt like they were under attack, they’d shoot the trilobites at the predator. Only they all shot their trilobites at the guy and he became all deformed until he looked like an immense trilobite himself. Then all the other monsters stood back, scared, because they thought he was the monster.

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  January 20th

  St. Agnes’ Eve is traditionally a night for dreaming deeply and truly. If a virgin dreams tonight of a man, she sees her future husband. In one version, she must fast all day and eat only a salt-filled egg or a salted herring at night. Another charm employed on St. Agnes Eve was the baking of the “dumb” cake, so called since it was made in silence. The cake made of flour, spring water, malt and sugar, could be made by a single girl, or sometimes by a small group. Other traditions said you must stick a load of pins in the sleeve of your nightdress before retiring.

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  On the 6th day of Pamenot, the Festival of Jubilation for Osiris in occurs in Busiris.

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