Originally posted Tuesday, December 20, 2005
A long, long time ago I had a dream. It wasn't a good dream, it wasn't a bad dream. It was just an average dream. However, it was an average dream with a not-so-average talking dog in it. It was a real dog, not a cartoon dog, and not like those creepy dogs in commercials that they add the computer generated talking mouths to. Definitely more Davey & Goliath than Scooby-Doo, though. All I really remember about the dream was walking down a street with this talking dog, and having a (comparatively) normal, logical, and nonchalant conversation with him. I also recall that it was on a Wednesday night, but I'll get into that in a second. I woke up and thought "what an odd dream..." and got ready to go to work.
On Thursdays, our new weekly freebie newspapers hit the shelves, and because we have racks for them in the store, we always have access to the new ones as soon as they're out. Quite a while ago, one of them would run a horoscope segment called "haiku horoscope", which, loving to write haikus on my own, I thought was pretty damn funny. I'd look forward to the haiku horoscopes every week!! (Yes, I have no life...) Incidentally, the arrival of the papers is how I deduced that the dream had to have occurred on a Wednesday night.
The man came in and dropped off the papers, and I went to check out my fortune for the coming week. I anxiously flipped through the pages to find my beloved haiku horoscope. I finally found it... and what did it say?
If that talking dog
Harasses you one more time
I think you'll lose it.
So far, he hasn't been back to harass me. But I suppose only time will tell...
Tuesday, Feb. 10, 2009 Addendum: All clear. Still no talking dog.
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