It was night for the whole dream. We were at
some kind of camp at first, on the ocean or a really big lake.
I was with two non-specific friends, and my mom popped in
whenever we went indoors. We had Hugo (my dog)’s whole
litter, but for some reason I was only responsible for him,
and other people were responsible for the rest. We took them
swimming and they were in the water a long time. Hugo gets
tired with waves, so I took him out. Just then something ate
one of the dogs in eh water. I felt as though I knew what
it was once, but I didn’t anymore. As you can imagine,
this caused quite a panic. We had to run and run. Some time
in all of this I remember describing the scene to my mom.
She said, “It was sad, but that is the way it is.”
Then we were in this high school auditorium, and the dogs
were still with us; we each held our puppy. There were a few
more friends and puppies now. All the puppies looked like
Gretta, my roommate’s dog instead on looking like Hugo.
Even Hugo was a puppy from Gretta’s litter, but I still
knew it was Hugo. We had to get away from something terrifying,
maybe the lake monster. We were trying to move so fast everybody
kept forgetting their puppies and having to go back and find
them, but we were carrying them so that didn’t make
much sense, and it was frustrating. We went up to the catwalks
of this theater, and we had to hide the dogs as we went because
if Mike the janitor saw them, it was all over. They also had
to be kept quiet which was hard, and we were climbing a steep
catwalk, which was hard. Just then, someone dropped one of
the puppies. We had reached the part over the stage, and there
was also a performance on stage I had not noticed before.
This was too much, and I woke with a start.
I was at a camp, but when I walked around I found it was nothing
like our camp, so it must have been a different camp. It was
on the ocean, and it was beautiful. The water access was a
steep, grassy drop-off down to the beach. For some reason
there was a camp thing where older kids were allowed to have
guns. They would sit all day pointing them at the water. I
have no idea why. They would even rotate in an order, as though
hoarding something, but there was nothing to guard. The rest
of camp would sit around them watching them. Things would
change all the time, big things. One day there was land out
in the water. This seemed perfectly normal. A white horse
was walking around, the kind with dark eyes, not an albino.
When I was sitting near two boys, I hear one bet the other
$10.95 he could shoot the horse, which was about 400 yards
away. The other took the bet. I was talking to a younger camper
and trying not to point out what was happening over his shoulder.
Chris shot the horse just below the spine. Over the next few
hours the horse lost more and more movement. I was really
mad so I started ignoring the boys, only looking at them to
call them terrible things. I was so angry. I got Neosporin
and broccoli and lots o water to take to the horse. I don’t
know why my sister and brother-in-law were sitting on a couch
reading by the light of running tap water. But to fill the
water bottle, I had to put it right on my brother-in-law’s
face, and my sister got mad. I ignored her. By the time I
got to the beach the horse was lying on its side and looked
bad. I went to it and called the boys several more bad names
that made the younger campers go “Ohhhhh,” |