Being Normal is Overrated

Now I had a sad dream! 😢

I am writing this while holding my dog, Hazel.

So first I have to tell you a story about how this dream came about. My family and I were at the winery and Hazel was trying to eat goose poop. My dad was joking about how if Hazel had her way with the goose poop, she'd be dead. But at least she'd die happily, he said.

Now for the dream.

I was in school, and I had art class with a different teacher than usual. I am reading Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children: Library of Souls, so the teacher was peculiar and she could make these glass figures that could absorb the essence of an animal right before death, and could then take the shape of them and act like them, supposedly so you wouldn't miss them as much. It didn't seem to be a very useful perculiarity (at least when it came to fighting hollowgast and stuff like that).

I think I went to the barn I ride horses at to see an example. There was a horse there in the dream who was a glass model with essence of a dying horse inside. My riding instructor was talking about it to me.

Then, the image shifted to my house. My aunt and uncle had arrived, and of course, Hazel excitedly greeted them. My parents and aunt and uncle sat down in the living room and had glasses of wine. Hazel was on my mom's lap in the big armchair even though she isn't allowed to. (AWWWW while I'm writing this, Hazel just put her paw on my hand!)

Then Hazel coughed or something and my mom said she was dying. After some debate, I set the glass figure that I had gotten in class today down on the ground before Hazel. (Cuz she somehow teleported to the ground?) It kind of glowed and started humming. Hazel started walking toward it, and then vanished in the light. The glass figure changed shape and looked like the clear form of Hazel. Then, it added color and took on her curly buff-colored fur and her darker ears.

It wagged its tail and snorted, just like Hazel would do. I petted it, and its fur was soft, but not quite as soft as Hazel's real fur. I don't think I was sad over Hazel's "death" yet, because there was this model of her that moved and barked and acted just like her.

At some point in the dream I took the Hazel-model for a walk even though it probably didn't need one. I was just walking down my street, and for some reason I started heading to the house of my friend who lives in my neighborhood.

I was just planning on walking past it and going home, like I have done once before with my sister when we decided to walk past the houses of all our friends in the neighborhood. But my friend saw me and walked over to me because she happened to be just randomly outside at that moment.

I told her about Hazel and we hugged. I think we teleported inside her house for a few minutes before teleporting back to the sidewalk, where we walked to my house together. Either that or we hung out on her driveway for some reason and the Hazel-model wagged its tail when people walked past. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I was wearing a ridiculous sunhat probably from something my family talked about yesterday at a restaurant. And my friend was wearing something bright yellow that I would wear but she wouldn't, probably from a part in the book I am reading.

Then we went to the school or something for a meeting with the teachers, cuz somehow it was summer now and teachers wanted to meet with just my family and my friend's family? And my awesome former language arts teacher was there! (Hazel just caused me to make a typo lol) But my parents were worried because I had either a dentist's appointment or a vacation to Florida with a complete stranger after this. Dreams are really weird sometimes.

The dream ended with me in my bed at my house thinking of the many ways that Hazel was different from the model. And I was sad, because she's my puppy and was way too young to die in the dream! And even when I woke up, I thought that the dream was real and Hazel had died. It took a few moments to realize that I was at my cabin, in the lower half of a bunk bed, not my bed at home, and that Hazel was sleeping by my feet, as always at the cabin, and that she was not a Hazel-model, her fur was just as soft as real Hazel fur. I had to reach down and pet her to make sure of that.

So yeah, now I'm writing this with Hazel sleeping in my arms. At some point she was dreaming too. I don’t know what she was dreaming, but I think it had something to do with barking at dogs even though she never does that.

Once I had a dream where it was flooding and I went swimming in the very front of my yard. That was random.

Okie see ya later!