Do Sausages Dream Of Electric Meats?

none of these will be posted the moment I wake up, they'll be copy-pasted from my notes app, where I usually write down my dreams.

this means typos will be common! I'm sorry if they make some posts harder to read.

my dreams can often be unsettling, and usually have themes of injury, death or body horror. I'm sorry about that, and I'll tag the posts as necessary. I don't know why they're like this.

I also may post irregularly and might even forget about this account for a while! if I do that, feel free to punch me in the face.

if nobody sees this blog, I don't mind. do what you want. this is mostly for me — if I have to reset my phone at some point, all my dreams will disappear from my notes. I want someplace where they'll be more permanent.

"oh yeah your battery does fit in there, you said it wouldn't but it slotted right in" and I was like

"what?"

I didn't remember saying anything about that. And then my head felt weird and I woke up, but only halfway I think? Because while I was waking up I suddenly heard the voicemail of my phone ask me a question about my parents. I wasn't thinking and tried to respond to it in my head, but then it felt like someone was rolling a ball around in my head and my vision was flickering. I realised if I kept trying to form the thought it got worse, so I abandoned it and it went away after a minute.

Video game about some kind of blue fantasy animal person. The game opened with a main menu with a gloomy autumn fantasy backdrop with a castle and an ocean. There were several options on the main menu but I can't remember what they were, I think I clicked new game? There were a few menus for optional settings, difficulty and accessibility before the game started which I adjusted.

It started with a little cutscene where it revealed a group of animal children who were all living in the same town. The town got attacked and as far as I can tell, none of their families could be found, so they were taken to a fostering office thing. There ended up not being enough space for them all so they were just left outside in a forest. A fox-like character and a lynx-like character seemed to be the blue animal's friends. I think a group of people travelling from a town that was a bit further away found everyone, and took them back to the other town, where a rich lord took the fox and the other two were taken by a farmer.

As far as I can tell, they were raised there, and the fox went travelling when he became 16, while the other two stayed at home until they were around 20. Some wars and weird magic-related problems started during that time between other countries, some of which the fox was planning to travel through. I think the friends and family of the fox stopped receiving letters from him, and the blue dude got worried, so he decided to set off and find him. The game had three different perspectives — the blue dude, the fox, and a different, more mysterious blue dude who I'm not sure who he is but he might have been blue dude's bio family.

At some points you'd play as the fox, starting from the beginning of his journey, travelling between places and fighting monsters. You could interact with the areas he visited in various ways, which would change how the blue dude would find them when he arrived, and then however the blue dude interacted with those areas would change how the third guy would find them. There were different types of interactables, some you could use or look at as much as you like and the outline would stay green when you selected it. Others were "brittle" and the outline would slowly cycle through colours until it became too damaged to interact with anymore, cycling through blue - cyan - green - yellow - red - grey(broken). Some brittle objects had hidden information that you had to choose the right options to see, and if you messed it up the object would break before you got it. Sometimes there would be another way to get that info from a different interactable.

I remember at one point I'd just played the fox and the blue dude's perspectives and there had been a dead guy next to an abandoned building. When I reached other guy's perspective, the dead dude had become a brittle object, and I ended up accidentally breaking it before I got the information. Because of how I did the game settings, I had the option to reset all the interactables in an area back to how I found them when I entered it. I think there was a cost to using that too much but idk.

Things the characters learned, as well as progress and save data slots, were recorded in some kind of book each of them had. Each character's book would only contain information known to them, info wouldn't carry over from other perspectives. There were some objects that has hidden info that only one character knew how to reach, or some where they needed to be broken by one character for the next one to be able to understand it. The story was basically about the fox trying to sort out the problems in the world, blue dude trying to figure out where the fox went, and other dude trying to follow blue dude for some reason. With the wrong information, characters would misunderstand each other's choices, and the story would change.

The game was rather bright and colourful during the fox's segments, and slowly became moodier during the other two's. I think at some point, if you did it right, they were all meant to find each other and continue the fox's journey. Also, if you found the right pieces of information while playing as the third dude, you could find a special fourth perspective from the lynx, though I'm not sure what it would be like.

It was a 3d game but it looked a bit like a painting. It was really pretty. I restarted it by accident halfway through but my family had just come in the room to see what I was doing, so I got to explain it to them. My older sister showed me a game she was playing too, it had a main character that was a white, squarish animal with pink and blue accents. It had horns and long feet and a short snout. It think it was called a figgleshrew? Idk. It had a traumatic backstory. That's all I remember about that.

Next scene there was a chase on the roof. There was a theme tune and intro playing? So this was a TV show. The guy with the paper bag had been a secret lackey for the villain, a guy in a blue suit, and he'd followed the detective up the stairs. It was basically detective chasing villain, lackey chasing detective. They reached the edge of the building and detective nearly managed to catch villain, but the lackey barrelled into the side of the detective ad they both went flying off ghe side of the building.

Both of them smacked their heads on the sandstone steps they landed on. The lackey died instantly but the detective was taking a bit longer, and he lurched up to grab the villain — who had come down to check who was dead — by his jacket and try to shout at him, though his mouth wasn't working due to his brain injury. The villain laughed at him and told him it was such a shame he didn't get to run him round in circles any longer, before shoving the detective to the floor and walking away. The detective was lying on his back choking on his nosebleed and he put his hand in his pocket to try to find his phone, but it found his pocketwatch instead, and he grabbed it tightly.

Suddenly his hand became olive green and translucent, and the pocketwatch went inside the palm of it. The back panel of it appeared to slip slightly loose, revealing a secondary face with a stopwatch. It slid back closed and his skin went back to normal as he balled his hand into a fist, groaned, and sat up.

It was the evening. The villain and the body of the lackey were both gone, but he was still lying on the steps. All the other blood had been mopped up but some of his was still there. His head was killing him, and he found he still had a heavy gash in the side of it where he splatted on the pavement, but he had no trouble thinking or doing anything. He got to his feet, wobbled only a little from the headache, and started walking down the street back towards the station.

As he walked, he saw much more people on the street than usual, and several of them were... Translucent. Mostly blues, greens and greys, a lot of them old people, but a fair few of them young people and even children. Keeping a straight face, he turned around a bit to see the whole space, and the lackey was standing there behind him, translucent green, still clutching the paper bag, blood seeping down the bridge of his nose. Detective couldn't hide his shock and started walking away, but the lackey overtook him, stood in front of him and allowed himself to phase through the other. The logical part of the detective's brain sighed in defeat and he was forced to admit that he was seeing ghosts. Dead people. Dead like he should be. He frowned and kept walking until he reached the station, where the rest of the people on the case were standing outside, as well as the chief.

They all reacted in surprise and horror when he walked up to them with the injury that killed him still dripping onto the floor. His partner rushed over to help him, and he realised that now he was near people he knew, his head hurt a lot worse. One of the officers ran inside to get first aid materials and the rest all asked him where the hell he'd been and what happened. Glancing over at the lackey, who was now standing right next to the detective's coworkers and raising his eyebrows, the detective ran through his options in his head and came to the conclusion that they wouldn't believe him whether he told the truth or not. So why not try to tell the truth?

"ok, so, none of you are going to believe me and I'm making a fool of myself trying to explain this, but I'm dead. I'm dead, and my murderer is standing riiiiight there, but none of you can see him for some reason." he gestured at the lackey who scoffed and looked around, while everyone else just kind of stared at the detective like he was nuts. His chief, who had been inspecting the detective's head injury, gave him a look.

"I think we should probably ask you after we've sorted out your noggin. there's nobody there, and you're right here talking to us." the detective seethed a little, not used to being dismissed like that, and kept talking.

"I have no idea why I'm alive but I know for sure I'm dead and our current target is the one who caused it. The guy he got to kill me is standing right there—" he pointed again at the lackey, who was now being fussed over by the blue ghost of an old lady, "and I'm not kidding. Both of us died. Don't look at me like that," the others were looking a mixture of forlorn and amused, "he pushed both of us off a building and we smashed our heads in on the floor. I came back, for some reason, and now I can see dead people. I WILL try and prove it."

The first aid kit was outside by this point, and another officer had come out with a chair, but the detective shook them off (even though his head was really, really starting to hurt, and his tongue felt wrong in his mouth) and walked over to the lackey. He started listing off how the guy looked, and what he had in his paper bag in his hands, but none of the others were believing him at all. He slumped his shoulders in exasperation and walked over to the chair to let them do whatever, because clearly none of this was working, and also he was starting to have trouble standing. He knew it wasn't just adrenaline, he knew he had died for certain, nobody would survive that, but nobody was taking him seriously. His chief put his hand on his shoulder and nodded at him solidly, telling him not to fall asleep and to wait for an ambulance, but the detective couldn't even bring himself to nod an affirmative.

He was dead, and nobody believed him. He put his hand in his pocket to pull out his watch, but found nothing there. He pulled back his hand, and he, his partner and his chief froze, staring at it, nestled in the centre of the palm of his translucent green hand.

That was when I woke up.

Had a dream rtgame was playing a horror game where you're a kid sneaking around a house — my house actually, in some cases — trying to avoid some kind of creature? Or the other characters?

I'm pretty sure ecah charcater was missing their memories of their family, and you had to ask this strange guy for help with figuring it out for them. It was implied later on that the strange guy is the one who was doing it all. In boss segments, the focused character would die if they were unable to find an organ from their body that had been hidden somewhere in the house, which usually you would be trying to help them with, but once you found it it would become clear that it was impossible to recover it. Three people had already died and rt was on the last person. I'm pretty sure her name was Taylor.

The strange guy wasnt visible except his hands I think, but he had a freaky voice. He would give the player fruit and other objects to help with the sneaking segments apparently? And also clues. The more people learned about their family, the more agitated they would get during sneak segments, often about injustices, losses, or longing to return.

Taylor's family had something to do with wolves. Like, apparently as she grew up she was supposed to meet people called Howlers who were giant humanlike wolves, and they were like parents sort of? She only ever got to meet two before she was stolen into the house, and it was implied her family were now dead. The sneak segments were made harder each time she learned about howlers, because a howler would enter the house and search for you. In the final boss segment, rt found a cheese and hid for most of it until the ending.

Then he moved to a corner where he could see through my kitchen window for a cutscene, and the wolves were outside. Soon the howlers entered the kitchen, pulled taylor's missing internal organ out of an inaccessible kitchen cabinet, and ate it. A tall, grey, warped version of Taylor then appeared and walked up to the player, grabbing them and crying talking about how they'll never see their other howlers. The player grabbed back and said something like "there are still people who love you" and Taylor said "the wolves were different and you can never be one. But thank you for trying to fix this"

Tall Taylor disappeared and real Taylor showed up, and she got really scared and upset once she learned her organ was gone. Then two long arms grabbed her, pulling her tightly by the arms on both sides, and then some kind of tendril quickly slammed her head against the wall behind her, severing it from her body.

I think over the whole story the player learns about their own family too, and after Taylor dies there's a "final stretch" kind of thing where you have to hide from the weird guy. I think there may have been a time skip because rt was saying he'd gotten a "strong start this time", implying he'd been at it for a while? He was hiding behind my dining room curtains, overhead light turned on, watching the guy walk past the door.

In the first one, I was what I'm guessing is a worm-like creature. I found moving really tiring, and I could rise up the front of my body to sit up straight and use my hands for things. I never properly saw what I looked like, but I wasn't me, I was a character.

I reached the end of a forest path and approached a huge gate that led into a city. There was a guard in front of it letting people in and out, and he seemed a little unsure when I showed up. I lifted myself up to give him the passage fee, and he couldn't see my face well because I had a cloak on, but he seemed a bit less unsettled after I said a few words and didn't appear to be monstrous, despite the fact that I was a worm. He let me through and I crawled straight down a neglected road with one functioning shop on it.

There were two big towers, one that was guarded and inaccessible and another that had a cave-like entrance and was boarded up. I think the city may have had some areas that were carved out of large pillars of stone in the ground. Anyway I waited until the guard of tower 1 stopped looking at me and I slid behind some of the stones in the cave of tower 2. I crept over to where it was boarded up and pulled the boards down, then crept inside.

It was a kind of small but comfortable place. No dust at all somehow, lots of brightly coloured materials, objects and furniture. It was narrow and had a lot of stairs and ladders. The rooms were laid out a lot like a house I'd built in minecraft? But the evening sun was so bright and golden through the white curtains, it was beautiful really. When I crawled in I found a sofa with a table next to it, and I sat down for a nap I think? After that was a time skip.

I'd cleaned the whole place up a lot and outside was much more busy, more people walking the streets, adventurers in particular. It seemed that the tower I was in was a shop, and people would come in and look around, though I'd rarely talk to them, only listen and serve them. A group of four whose leader was a woman wearing brown and red gear apparently became regulars, but were more interested in me than the shop — they were trying to be discreet about their investigation of me but were failing. I didn't seem to like the attention and I'd often run away upstairs after a while of them being around.

There was a green door with a small round doorknob upstairs that was hard to find due to being hidden away between two bookshelves in my living room. When I went through it, there was a bathroom and kitchen, and a ladder in an alcove that led high up into the tower. It was full of fresh spider webs and you could hear the wind from behind the small closed windows. At the top of the ladder was an open chamber, and it had a big window, and a stone carving in the wall that I struggled to make out with a stone platform in front of it. I knew what this was; it was related to a dragon, and there was something very serious and heavy about how it made me feel.

The stone chamber was immensely high up and the wind made a low whooshing as it passed by the windows outside. It was cool and acoustic, and was clearly untouched for a long long time. I stared at it for a while, then went back down the ladder and into my shop again, seeing the group out the door and glancing at the guards outside, who were looking at me suspiciously. I went back in and time passed again.

It was a cool sunny evening and the group were inside again. I felt really tired and heavy, but also expectant. I kept walking towards the entrance and looking, and the group would look at me apprehensive every time. After a while, I looked at the light in the window, then walked outside. There was an item I can't really describe out there and I grabbed it, but ehrn I moved back inside the group approached me and asked me what it was. I got startled and immediately made my way upstairs, the group chasing me and asking what I was doing. I got ahead of them and squirmed towards the green door.

Because of how slow and tired I was, I definitely didn't get through it before they saw, but I didn't care, and I hurried through the room and up the ladder. I made it to the top chamber and the once empty stone sconces lit up as I approached the stone platform, which had a variety of golden objects on it. I had to stop before I could reach it because I was too tired to keep moving, and the group made it up the ladder, the woman approaching me first. She said something about having suspected that this room was here, but not realising it was still functional.

She said they had come to help me, and that there was a safer way to bring the dragon back, and I didn't have to hurt or endanger myself to get there. One took what I had in my hands and another pulled back my cloak and wrapped their arm around me. They recognised me despite the fact that I had been changed, and they'd clearly worried that I was close to doing something dangerous, which I was, although I'm not sure what.

The second dream was less coherent. I'd gone to a softplay place and somehow got lumped in with a birthday party for a kid. I think it was some sort of themed obstacle course game where we had to complete "missions" and we were given sweets as hp items. We would run through the courses completing tasks, then report back to the staff member in charge of our group, who would give us more "items" and tell us where in the story we were up to and what we had to do next. Sometimes we would be split up and have to do smaller quests in little groups. Eventually we got to the final boss of the game, and we all went in.

We saw a big screen with a character on it. He was an older man with ginger hair, a fox tail and ears, and armour with green clothes underneath. He was holding a sword, and a voice out of the speakers told us he was a legendary hero who had control of a big green dragon, and we had to defeat it to win our treasure. The dragon's scales were really tough and we couldn't break them, so we had to jump in its mouth and use items to destroy it from the inside. There was a short count down and then we started jumping down this big hole that was meant to be the dragon's mouth.

There was a net inside the hole that caught us every time, and buttons we had to press to attack the dragon. Each time we jumped down and pressed a button, it played a sound thst told us we had damaged the dragon. We did this about 10 times, dodging "attacks" at the same time, but then we realised that a bunch of the kids had eaten too many of their "hp items" at once and we had to go get more. We ran to the lady and refilled, then ran back in and kept going. We got its hp low, but then none of us were sure who wanted to land the final hit, so we sat, chatted about the game, and waited to see what happened if we stopped attacking.

Dream about a young boy trapped inside a building called the "30 Gallery" and forced to accumulate snow using magic to form a large block of ice on a pedestal. there was a small pink forcefield thing in a circle around the pedestal that he was allowed to collect the snow from, and people were bringing more and pushing it in so he wouldn't run out.

It was apparently a "punishment" for something that happened to a girl before. People were gathered around him asking about why he was stuck here and he tried to answer as best he could, but he was under a time limit so he had to move quickly and carefully.

One person asked, "why here? why now?"

and he said "because she's not here. when she's here, it's home. when she's not, it's the 30 Gallery. I have to build up the ice."

it appeared that the girl didn't know this was happening, and he wasn't allowed to tell her.

he looked really tired. the magic seemed to be hard for someone as young as him to do continuously. his hands were blue and frosted, and his clothes were dirty and soaking wet. I overheard some others talking, and they said he wasn't the only one being punished for something in a gallery. a pair of twins forced to collect sand into sandstone, a man forced to accumulate blood to build an animal. I don't know how many galleries existed but it seemed most of them were used for this purpose, and people didn't particularly like them.

The 30 Gallery was very blue. The way in had some warm brown parts, wooden beams and doors and shelves, but as you approached the main hall it got colder and colder. everything became stone, frost lined the hallways. the art on the walls reflected the same things. warmer at the start of the exhibition, but everything by the main hall was cold and unfriendly. there was mostly cubism, very few other types of art. I love cubism, but this was scary, unfeeling, almost cruel. Like the subjects were watching the boy solemnly to catch him if he made a mistake. The ceiling of the main hall was empty, and you could see the dark night sky, with the moon as the only light to see the artwork — or the boy in the middle.

Had a dream that was largely incoherent save for a story about a guy with blue-grey hair trying to save a guy from a curse. When they were all small children they'd been together with their class, and were about to go outside to play, but when they approached the stairs, there were a load of dolls sitting on the steps.

The teachers hadn't been there so the kids all went and played with the dolls. While they were playing, one child noticed a small wooden piano sitting at the bottom step. He was curious about it so he went up to it and played one of the keys. But then he couldn't stop playing.

His arms pulled him across the keys and he was forced to sit down. As he played the dolls started moving on their own, and attacked the children. Teachers heard the upset and tried to help the children, succeeding in getting most of them out of the room, but when they tried to approach the boy on the piano, the dolls went after them and they ended up bruised and forced out of the room. Soon more dolls appeared and they flooded the outside world, attacking more people and taking various shapes and sizes to better suit their locations.

The blue guy had seen all of it happen and decided he was going to help the guy who was cursed. As he grew up he went to visit the guy in the stairwell, trying incessantly to get past the dolls and approach the piano, but every time, he was unable to make much progress before the dolls beat him back. He slowly got better at staying in the room for long periods of time and used that time to talk to the guy and reassure him that he wouldn't be stuck forever. The piano grew as the cursed guy grew, and the curse stained his hair and skin with patches of white. Eventually he was stuck on the stairwell playing a battered grand piano.

At one point blue guy met someone who could help him break the curse. While the other person fought the dolls and destroyed them, blue guy ran up to piano guy, pulled him out of the seat and gave him a big kiss mmmmmwah! which stalled the curse long enough for the other person to get over to the piano and attempt to break it. They succeeded, but unfortunately, at the same time, someone else who didn't realise it was a curse (they thought the guy was playing the piano and making the dolls hurt people on purpose) made some kind of magical spike thing and was going to throw it at the two guys. Other person tackled them to try and break their concentration but sadly they failed and the two guys got stabbed.

Then I saw a movie where a guy ran into a dark backstage theatre and struggled to find the right door to go through. he was the lead actor but hadn't been introduced to the theatre they were playing at. While he was fumbling, since the doors were heavily segregated by age, gender, skin colour, part played etc and all the lights were off, police burst through the door and he was arrested. When asked what for, their reasons were "sympathising with vermin", fraud and homosexual behaviour. He demanded there be proof and they said they would show it at his trial.

First they showed a picture of him with some birds. He said something about not understanding how appreciating wildlife could be illegal, but it was apparently. They then showed a picture of him lying in a bed with another man who happened to be a guard of the emperor(?). He said he thought love was beautiful no matter what you say you are. They insulted him and made fun of him about it. They then recreated a card game he played, following a written account of the game by the accuser, but the officer in charge of following it didn't know how to play the game. He just put cards wherever he wanted, stacked cards when they shouldn't be, and upon pulling out the card that he won the game with, declared that it must be an illegal card. Because this game was played for money, they said "cheating" in the manner that he had (not) was theft.

Throughout the whole trial his theatre troupe was present and trying to support him. Upon the verdict being guilty and hearing his sentence, he got wobbly and the officers beside him held him on his feet. One of the actors, seeing him struggling, yelled at him to remember his father.

His dad was a member of the guards of the place they lived in, and also was a bisexual man who enjoyed knitting. Neither of these two things were legal for a man but he was secretive about it and hid both his tools and his relationship with his boyfriend. One day a an officer who was also a sorcerer broke into his house, destroying his tools and using magic to disfigure his partner. He was then arrested and put in prison, where he had strange dreams about the event.

Most of the dreams were of him cowering behind a table with his tools, and the sorcerer struggling to reach his partner, who would always manage to escape. It was like torture, he wished this was how it really went. Close to the end of his sentence though, the dream changed, and the events finally matched what actually happened. He took that as a sign that he had to accept that there's no changing the past and instead he had to change his future.

Had a dream that me and a few others were exploring in a large forest trying to find rare materials to sell (it was kind of like a video game). We were walking around this steep hillside covered in trees and blue flowers, but at one point I looked west and all of the flowers from a certain point onwards were water bottles instead. The rocks were all much greener, and there was a riverbank visible. I asked one of the other group members about it, and an ominous cloak billowing dark smoke said it was an especially dangerous area and we should be careful.

One of our group decided we should check it out because he'd heard about some sort of item, and despite our protests he ran on in there. We all had to go in after him and suddenly the terrain was insanely difficult to walk on, we all started tripping over rocks and plants. I asked how big this area actually was and nobody could remember so we pulled up the map, and it was HUGE. the second largest segment of the forest. We were all freaking out cos we weren't sure how much we could actually clear. There were enemies or monsters moving around not far from us both on the way forwards and behind where we'd come from. We had to be really careful.

Eventually we lost our footing, fell off the bank and landed in a river. Monsters tried to climb in after us and we scrambled to reach the banks. We got to a gateway point somehow and made it back to town. At that point there was a sudden pivot to another storyline.

It was a row of houses on a street in a poor part of a town. I had come to visit this guy with a friend I didn't recognise, and apparently we usually came round for something specific, but this time we were here to ask about the guy next door — a kind of scary guy who would come home and force his pet turkey to train for fighting. Which is a sentence I just wrote

The dude we knew said he had been working on a method of discreetly recording what the guy does using cups of water. He called it "liquid recording" and explained how it worked but it was completely nonsensical. We understood it anyway and we got ready to go out and try to record stuff.

We were going to position the cups of water around the bad guy's back garden secretively so he wouldn't know he was being recorded, but right as we placed the last cup he came home and we had to run back and try to climb back over the garden fence. He nearly caught up with us but we got inside and locked the back door. The main issue was that the front door had a broken lock, and I had to try and hold the door shut while we put cups of water around the house in case he got in. Which he did, and he had a gun.

He shot me twice, and the others a few times, though I couldn't catch the exact number. Really really not pleasant, though I was feeling pain in the wrong places? Anyway I was on the floor and watching as he wandered around looking at all the stuff on the table. He picked up the last cup of water left on the table, confused, and was like "why is the table all wet? And what's all this equipment for?"

The only guy who would be able to explain was passed out from blood loss, and he didn't actually care about an answer anyway.

There was a bit of a time skip and we were all still alive, the bad guy had done some medical stuff idk what but the only one who was still bleeding was the dude who owned the house. I remember looking at myself and thinking "this is not how gun wounds work?" which is the moment I realised I was dreaming. I looked over at the other two and they were discussing how they would try and call for help, and I decided I would try to help them by distracting the bad guy. When I thought that, suddenly the bad guy told me to come over and do something.

He wanted me to draw something with him? I honestly don't know why he asked for this but I sat down and tried to draw the thing he wanted while he made his own version. When he was especially focused I would look over at the others while they got ahold of a phone. There was a cup of water on the windowsill.

I had a nap and I had a dream about anton ego from Despicable me except it was a weird backstory for how he came to be a food reviewer. He used to be an olympic athlete runner and was really successful but an injury to his knee forved hm so stop.

He had a wife, a young daughter and an older kid. His wife loved him sooo much and was really supportive of his athletic career, apparently it's how she met him. He would travel to different countries to run races, and he met her in I thinkkkkkkkk somewhere in Latin America? Anyway his family would travel with him to support him and they'd just travelled to this place I couldn't really recognise.

There'd been turbulence during is family's flight and his daughter had a weird dream because of it. Her older sibling had helped her turn it into a little movie and they presuented it as a surprise for their mum the next morning. Their mum had been worrying about anton's next race so she was really happy to have a nice distraction from it.

Just had a dream about a dog that lived on a street and would help other smaller dogs that were dumped get food from the little brunch place next to the block of flats. It would bark and scratch on the doors, then run back a bit so that the people would see the smaller dog, and give it some food. he would keep doing that until someone decided to rescue the dog.

Whenever he met a new dog, I'd be able to see what happened to the new dog prior to them being dumped, but one dog in particular got a musical number sung by their previous owner. They came from an abusive household and were left behind when the owner got too frustrated with the dog not doing as it was told. I remember some of the lyrics to the chorus.

does feeling good hurt

does happiness hurt

does being of use to me hurt

does punishment hurt

does consequence hurt

if a useful thing to me you were

then maybe you won't have to hurt

it was pretty sad to watch tbh. Song slapped tho.

but then a little girl came outside and gave the dog some chips and gravy, then her uncle came outside and scooped it up.