Dream Journal

It was night, and I was walking on the sidewalk alongside a park (which doesn't exist) over there next to the elementary school our kids went to. It's a bit foggy. All of a sudden, that great dog of yours comes running down the sidewalk, with him riding a motorcycle alongside in the street. He calls out “Watch out!” as the dog barrels past me. I kinda shake my head and watch them recede into the darkness, and continue my walk.

I turn a corner into a neighborhood and walk up to the front door of a house I don't recognize. I knock on the door, but no one answers. The lights are on, and I glance in the windows, but don't see anybody. Shrugging, I turn and walk back the way I came.

A moment later, I reach a street corner with some shops. It's much better lit than where I was before, but I'm still surprised to hear him say my name behind me. I turn around and he's approaching, on foot this time, and without the dog. He gives me his customary handshake, then mumbles something indistinct. I lift up a bag that I'd apparently been holding and say something about trying to drop something off for your kids, but neither you nor the kids were home. He continues to mumble, making the face he makes when he's saying something meant to be funny. He makes the gesture for drinking from a bottle, and continues mumbling. A woman I don't recognize shows up and joins the conversation. Her teeth are very bad, and she also mumbles, and I have no idea what anyone is saying. Except at one point, she points to the store we're standing in front of and says “alcohol”, which he laughs about, a lot. Their mumbled conversation goes on for a few moments, and I then I woke up.