A chance meeting with Plague. 2012 February 22. Clarity 3/5 Awareness 1.
I pass my mother's boyfriend as I walk out of her house and into her front yard. I walk all the way up to the bushes near the front gate, where I stop and turn to look at my dogs. I watch a small gray poodle try to jump over a smaller section of the fence. He eventually gets it, and when he has his first two paws on the top of the fence, I realize that he and at least one other dog in the group are dead and that this has to be a dream. <_> I do a reality check, and it gives unclear results, which confirms the fact that I am in a dream. The gray dog turns into a brown poodle imitating my dog Lucy, but I'm not fooled by the dream's trick.
I turn and walk away, and I see Plague flying overhead in the sky. (...) I'm walking, but I turn and see Plague flying overhead in the sky. I am me, but I am not me. I am someone else, some beige dragon who I remember and don't care for in the least. (Lust) Plague lands, simultaneously her and my German Shepherd named Pepper, and I/he latches onto her and starts trying to rut with her right there. She tells him that she won't until she knows him better, but he won't give up. While this is happening, I am able to look up and see Plague flying overhead in the sky.
(...) (End of Lucidity)
I have not the first clue what the hell happened there.
I am back inside again, and I'm looking at a clock and a barometer, both of which look like the wall thermometer
my grandmother has. I decide to take the barometer, (...) and I am on a bus, riding through my neighborhood. The dream loops, and I am on a bus, riding through my neighborhood, but this time, the driver has no clue where he is going. He turns off where he isn't supposed to, and I try to guide him back on course, but he goes further off. I tell him to turn right ahead, intending to have him circle around and pick back up where he was supposed to have gone in the first place.
On the radio, there is a guy talking. "We've all heard that we should invest in Scotland because of its beautiful weather. (...) If you step out one morning, the weather might be nice, and if you step out the next morning, the weather might be completely different." I thought the guy was right that you shouldn't invest in a country because of its weather, but I thought he got the reason why completely wrong. I also wondered whether atmospheric pressure was a more accurate way of telling the weather than just looking up.
The bus driver turns right, and I see a building that looks like it has been charred and melted (courtesy of this image in chat
yesterday, no doubt). I turn and look behind me, and I see another just like it. I think one of them was a Burger King. I use some explicative that I can't remember, and wonder aloud at what happened.