apurtell

In my dream, I bought a new house. My husband was still living in our old house until we sold it, but I was going to live in this one until he could join me. Our two dogs and two cats were there with me. He was there after I first bought it, with some friends, to check it out and see what it was like. It was two stories and very spacious. Most houses I dream of have doors that don't lock very well and it makes me afraid that someone might break in, but this one was a very secure house, with secure doors that lead to a screened in porch with another set of secure doors, so it felt very safe. I also remember thinking it felt more solidly built than our last house, so maybe it would be warmer (less drafty). The siding was very old and you couldn't tell if it was suppose to be green, yellow, or gray, so I knew I'd want to replace that eventually, but it was fine for now. The backyard was up against a field, so it was nice to only have neighbors on two sides for a change. There was an old gravel road that led to the back of the house, but it didn't look like it had been used in a while. My only concern was putting in a fence for the dogs and if we could put the fence through the road. I didn't think it would be a problem, though, since it only went to our house and nowhere else. At first Paul and our friends didn't like the back yard, they said it was too small, but after really looking they noticed the whole side lot was ours as well so it was pretty spacious and nice.

I noticed a dog in the house that didn't belong to us. It was medium size, brown and black in color, and very muscular and mean. It kept trying to bite everyone, specifically me. My sister was there as well to see the house and she commented on the dog. I said it was left from the previous owners so I had to figure out what to do with it. I was thinking of taking it to Tails or something because I was really afraid of it. It kept nipping at me and it really hurt!

To try and appease my sister, I decided to try to be nice to the dog. I went to pet it and it latched onto my hand and kept growling at me. I tried to pull the teeth apart and talk soothingly to it and it slowly started to let go, but it still wasn't sure of me. Eventually it let me pet it and it calmed down. Now it was a very tiny white dog and I wondered why I had been so afraid of it; it was clearly just afraid of me because it didn't know anybody in the house and it lived here before we did. The fur felt kind of yarny, so I knew it needed a bath. It looked neglected. I picked it up and carried it around with me. I realized it probably hadn't eaten in a while, and when I went to rub its belly it had a small plastic bowl (like a prepackaged meal) tucked away in there. It came with a little plastic fork and everything. I tried to feed it but it wouldn't eat for me. I also noticed a small dropper, dog teeth cleaning utensils, and other things to take care of a dog, so she looked high maintenance, but I was really starting to love her.

I remember trying to take the dogs outside to see if they had to go potty, but it was difficult since the whole yard wasn't fenced. I had to get them to this small penned in area and then none of them would go. My dog Bailey just laid down and looked depressed and I felt bad because I know she loves to run and she couldn't here. I'd have to get a fence soon.

At some point I finally figured out how to feed the dog that wasn't mine. I had to give her some milky formula with that dropper (only 4 drops), and then hand feed her little pieces of soft food with that little fork. She wouldn't eat if you just put it in a bowl in front of her. I realized she had been really spoiled and I really had my work cut out for me with this one, but I was willing to do it for her.

Suddenly nobody was there except me, the three dogs, two cats, and my two kids (which I don't have kids). They were older, one was maybe around 8 and the other maybe around 6? I think both were girls but I'm not sure now. We were trying to figure out what to do with the house first. It had a lot of windows but no curtains, so we needed curtains. I knew it would be expensive and I had a tight budget, so we would probably have to start with super cheap curtains. I knew we could at least do the kitchen and living room, the rest of the house might have to wait.

The walls needed to be painted, and the kitchen had this awful, old, flowery wall paper that needed to come down. I remember wondering if I could just paint over it, but knew that was a bad idea. I told my kids that we had to figure out paint color and curtain color, and they had to go good together, so we had a lot to think about. They were excited and eager to help. I was happy and having a good time. I knew I'd get the fence first too, even if it meant taking out a small loan; it was important that my dogs were happy.

That's about all I remember right now. I woke up early today, so no alarm.
Side note: I start back to school today and I haven't been looking forward to it. Not quite dreading it, but just having feelings of being unsure of my major and so on. Maybe the dog represents my fear of my decisions? Maybe I just need to follow through and I'll find that I like it regardless of my fears? Just a thought....