Last night, I dreamt that I was leaving my house so that I could go to work. As I stepped out the front door, I saw that there was a group of men and women — none of whom I knew — standing in the front yard. They were all wearing ragged clothing and had long, greasy hair and several of them had dirt smeared on their face, as if it had been a while since they had last washed.
“Excuse me, what are you doing here?” I demanded.
The tallest of the men looked at me. “What’s the problem?”
“This is my yard. Get out of here before I call the cops.”
“This is our yard,” he replied.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
Suddenly, this giant pit bull jumped out of the crowd and started barking at me. Since I’m nervous around dogs in both real life and in my dreams, I stumbled back and nearly fell backward before I regained my balance. The pit bull growled at me and then jumped out into the street and started running. As we all watch, the pit bull ran down to the end of the block, turned the corner, and disappeared.
“You scared my dog!” the man yelled at me.
“Your dog shouldn’t have been here!”
Suddenly, the man calmed down and said, very evenly, “The least you can do is help me look for him.”
At this point, the dream abruptly cut to me sitting in the passenger’s side of an SUV that was being driven by the man. We were driving around, looking for his dog. The man kept saying that he was going to be in so much trouble if he didn’t find his dog.
“What I don’t get is why your dog was there in the first place,” I said.
The man started to cry. I watched as tears slid down his dirt-covered face and I started to get really annoyed. I looked away from him and realized that we were driving by the Alamo Drafthouse.
“Stop here!” I said.
The man stopped the SUV. “Did you see him?”
“No, I’m going to go ask the people in the theater if they saw him,” I said, as I got out of the SUV. I added, “I’ll be right back!” as I shut the door.
I ran into the theater and bought tickets for a showing of the Suspiria remake. “Is this going to be any good?” I asked the woman who sold me the tickets.
She shrugged and said, “You’ve got a coupon for a dollar off a burger.”
I took my ticket and my coupon and entered the theater. I sat down and waited for the movie to begin.
And that’s when I woke up!