It was a good day.

Last night I had a dream about an old family dog that died when I was nine years old. I had a dream about Brandy. In a nutshell, the dream was so saccharin that I still don't believe it emanated from my subconscious; I usually have really weird psychedelic dreams, or dreams in which I'm being chased.

For the most part, this dream was probably five to 10 minutes long, but I can only remember the last minute or two of it. From what I can remember, I was me at my current age, but then I remembered that Brandy was still with me. For some reason, in this dream it never occurred to me the dog had a seizure and was euthanized years ago. Anyway, the dream started early in the day, and the now-alive dog went outside to go play. I went with her because I was happy I was with her again.

We played and frolicked around Bucksport, Maine. The strange thing about the town is that it also encompassed many locations at once. As Brandy and I went out to play with each other, we were suddenly at Whalom Lake during the winter. We both found an icy hill in Bucksport, and Brandy slid down the hill first to end up on the frozen lake in Fitchburg, Massachusetts. I slid down the icy hill, too, and now that I think about it, I would have been seriously injured in real life if I slid down this hill considering it was all jagged ice and rocks. Miraculously, I was unscathed as I splayed out onto the ice. Brandy was frolicking around me, but then I realized the ice wasn't thick enough to support a human, so I began to migrate back to the edge of the shore.

Brandy was next to me, and she found a hole in the ice. She extracted a dead fish and began to eat it. Now, Whalom Lake was renown for its pollution, and it was common to find dead fish at the bottom of the lake. I made her drop the dead fish and we made it to the top of the icy hill.

At the top of the hill, I think we were both now in Urbana, Illinois. Since the sun was setting I wanted to get back inside and show my mom or Kevin that Brandy was really OK. Near the end of the dream Brandy was really rambunctious; she was running around and acting really spry, not like how she acted near the end of her life. The strangest part of this dream was when I crossed a busy street on my way home, and I turned around to see Brandy playing with a polar bear cub! (????) I called her out to her and she stopped playing with the bear cub. Even in my dream I was like, "What the hell?!?!" Whenever I have a lucid thought in my dream, I always wake up. I thought to myself, "I have to show that Brandy is really OK for her age."

And then I woke up.

As I did, I put my hand on my forehead because the dream was already slipping away. I remember the dream started out at the beginning of the day, but Brandy was an adult. As the dream progressed, the time of the year changed; the dream started out in Spring, but ended in the dead of winter. At the end of the dream I think Brandy was approaching puppy-hood; She appeared to be younger than she was at the beginning of the dream.

I really wish I could remember more of this dream. It was pretty long, in terms of dream-length, but I can only remember the last few minutes. Anyway, from what I can garner from this dream, I spent a good day with the old family dog. It is strange, I don't think I thought of her for a long time now.

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