last night's dream(s)

 Busy night in dreamland. First, my sister H's [deceased in RL] father The Gary was coaching a basketball team. He was wearing a rock band T shirt, a grass skirt over some shorts, and a cowboy hat.

Then, I was on a road trip of some kind with some HFS kids. It was long and involved. We were visiting a town that was a weird Las Vegas/ New Orleans mash-up. We stopped at a gas station and weirdly enough my SIL skye_ds and her young man sonar0m were stopped there too with their horse trailer. For some reason I was in a really happy mood and I gave her young man a big hug. He had dyed his hair this kind of auburn/burgundy color and it looked cool. (in RL I was looking at hair dyes before bed last night and thinking of recoloring mine) 

The HFS kids all started scolding me and telling me about The Rule that no one was allowed to hug or touch him and that I was going to be in big trouble.

At that point, I saw her in her truck, kind of glaring out the window. I smiled and waved but she just kept glaring. Then I noticed that the truck and trailer had all these security cameras which were all being pointed at me & they were swiveling to track my movements. My cousin Louise told me I needed to go inside the gas station and get away from the cameras.

I thought we'd have a lot of time to hang out in the gas station/convenience store because my SIL would be lecturing the HFS kids and telling all her old stories about how everyone is stupid but her, but when we came out they were gone, and we were also in a different part of the Las Vegas/ New Orleans city.

Later in the same dream, Louise and I were shopping at some open air market kind of like the French Market in New Orleans, and then we were in a cenote/cave walking around. I was somehow suddenly barefoot and there was this nice moss that I was standing on. And then Louise was doing all this parkour kind of rock climbing stuff to get out of the cave and I couldn't follow her for the last jump so I was retracing my steps to try and get out and follow her outside.

But instead of getting out of the cave, I was suddenly at some fancy restaurant with Thax. The waiter took our coats and then he disappeared. These other people at the next table were looking at us very snootily. They got this big crazy table-top landscape that was made of desserts and a big rolling rack of pink prosecco bottles to go along with the dessert. Thax had gone off someplace and the waiter wasn't showing up again and I was having some anxiety. I had a thought that the person who took our coats didn't actually work there, he was just a grifter who would steal nice clothes from people going into the fancy restaurant and then go sell them at the open air market.

[I ate a lot of halloween candy yesterday. my dreaming brain was all lit up!]

Littlest dog

Next step on getting our little rescue/adopted dog Pepita taken care of and fixing all of the neglect she had suffered before we got her. Her teeth were so bad. We got her teeth cleaned and the bad ones were extracted today. Going forward I think we'll be able to keep her teeth in better condition. We have some plaque cleaning treats everyone likes, food and water additives we are using, and we have found a dog toothpaste that all 3 dogs like and we've been cultivating an evening habit of everyone brushing teeth before bed.  In addition, Sunny is a fiend for the hard Himalayan cheese chews which have her teeth almost pristine white, with the exception of a little tartar at the top of her canines.

Anyway......Pepita made it through sedation and dental surgery just fine and I'll be picking her up around 1:30. She will need to have soft food for the next week and she's got some pain medication she'll be taking. She is such a sweet and loving little dog, all she wants is to be close to her people and play with other dogs and have treats and snuggle. It makes me so sad that her life before us was apparently one of such neglect, if not abuse.  

I caught myself talking myself out of wishing bad dental health and every other terrible thing on Pepita's former owners. I don't like this new kind hearted empathetic inner voice. I mean, yes, they are probably poor people with lousy healthcare and bad teeth themselves that they cant afford to fix or take care of, their lack of kindness towards their animals is probably a general lack of kindness and empathy for everything in the world, including themselves. Their lives are probably mean spirited and blighted , a miserable Hell of their own making...I wish I could still find it in me to hate people who are so awful to sweet little animals. But ultimately I just feel pity for the burden of existence for some people out there being so utterly mean and soulless.