I still don’t like dogs
I had this dream. We were at this house, me and my friend Jessie, and there was sand out front. And in the sand were some mean little neighbor kids, who I thought were distinctly evil, and some bushes. The bushes had berries on them and Jessie ate some. Then I don’t know what happened but we were upstairs and Jessie was in the bathroom crying. I went in and gave her a hug and I remember thinking that she was going to die from eating those berries. Then we were running all over. The mean little kids had broken in and they had a dog with them. It was like Cujo from Stephen King’s book of the same name, and it was trying to kill us. We ran through this long living room and upstairs and it was terrifying because we knew we couldn’t get away.
