I
am being shown a new 'flat' - the person who is showing me is showing
me a secret place, which they have got me excited about; it feels like
I'm being shown something 'sneaky' and I could potentially get this
place - its hush hush. We sneak into a vast cavernous place / in a cave
or something, and I am shown a make-shift space which looks like a lock
up made of wooden panels; the excitement rises - When I see it I feel a
sense that I am getting a special deal and am pleased that it is unique
and secretive / like I should not be getting this. When we come out
of the small shed like space - which in retrospect was pretty basic but
had everything you might need. I notice that there are lots of dogs in
pens. They are good looking dogs and passive and well groomed. as I am
led off by the 'agent' and they are excited for me to get such a place I
notice on an unpainted slat a decompressed, shivering small whippet
type dog , lying on the side / having its last breath(s) and just
dying. This appears to be normal and I take a double look; no one there
is bothered. Then I see there is a procession of well-to do people
bringing their dogs in to the cavernous cave, full of dog pens, and all
the dogs are decaying / mutant looking on leads 2 or 3 at a time. This
one woman with blonde hair stops to talk to the agent, she has a genuine
smile and is chatty and pleasant. One of her starving looking dogs is
being dragged along with all its feet bound together with blood / puss
dribbling out - it is in severe pain, as are all the dogs with eyes
popping out and moaning.
I
wake up and turn on a radio show - in it a person who does autopsies
describes to the interviewer that she can have no empathy for the
situation she might have encounter when called to a crime scene; but
hope that doctors etc have empathy.
That's just the way it is....
Story Dream Notes - 2024 I’ve snuck into a neighbour’s house. It feels like I’m back in Lancashire and it’s a large 3 -level, victorian house. With completely different occupants to the ones I grew up next to. It’s an imaginary place really, with echoes of familiarity; there is a missing wall so it's all open plan on all three levels. I'm on the top level, at the back where the kitchen was; I'm watching the inhabitants sneakily from the top floor, i think there is a TV and video and cushions on the floor, at some point, I decide to leave and show myself; I can’t remember why I was there and it feels awkward as I might get found out. I think I’m feeling sleepy. I cannot find my shoes. I make it to the ground floor and my ladder seems to be shrinking as I walk around it. I am discovered by one of the young female neighbours, that I don’t recognise, and they are fine with me being there. ...

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