Dream CX

I was in a large warehouse store. Several people brought their dogs inside and were walking them around on a leash. One small white dog was running around free, but he was very friendly and energetic and seemed to be causing no problems.

Later, I noticed that some of the dogs on leashes were getting tense and growling at each other. A friend of mine said that the dogs were tense because they were on leashes, but the white dog was running free into everyone's territory. That made all the dogs uncomfortable.

She said I should round up the white dog and bring him back to his owners before things got worse and he got hurt. I set off into the warehouse and, luckily, soon found him; I scooped him up into my arms and carried him, perched on an old, large laptop.

I didn't know what the owners looked like, and my friend disappeared before I could ask her. So I wandered around the store with this highly visible dog, worriedly looking for someone who might be similarly worried about a missing dog.

I went outside into the parking lot, which only had a few cars scattered here and there. It was snowing heavily and I was getting uncomfortable; the cold, the decreasing visibility, and the lost dog were making me anxious. I went back inside and found my friend; I asked her if she could recognize the dog's owners. I was worried about them all, and I felt anxious to reunite the dog with his owners.

My friend said she had no idea what the owners looked like. She'd heard the whole story second hand.

I frowned, standing in the middle of the warehouse. A lost dog, no idea of the owners, the weather turning bad.

The dog seemed to be happily free of worries. He panted and looked around the vast warehouse. I studied him; none of the passing faces made any mark of recognition.

I could see from the windows that the storm was increasing.