Night of July 27-28, 2009

I remember walking around on an old English country road. My dog (who looked like Milou) had gotten stabbed with a knife by an unknown assailant. I had to go out and find the cure as well as who did it. I remember another scene where I was on a ship with two men. One I didn't remember very much but the other one was completely insane (in a happy senile kind of way) and we were really happy that the former was alive and well after something had previously happened. That was when my dog got attacked. I know that the dream was very long and had a lot happening in it, I can't remember the details or even the basics. In any case, back on the wide, wet, deserted, English country road, my dream continued for a long time before I woke up.

I remember a second dream with Grandpa and Grandma B.. At first, I was walking around somewhere in Spain with Gonzalo C. M. but then he disappeared and I went in a car with Mama, Papa, and Natasha who had then appeared. We were then driving through the American south-west with Grandpa and Grandma. Then they all left the dream and I was driving with someone who looked a lot like Victoria P. along a cold and cloudy coastline. Then, later, I was back with my family again and we were taking a bus through and around what I guess was Oxford. It kept going in circles at some stops. Finally, it went back to the one we had gotten on at for the third time and Grandpa and Grandma got off. We all said goodbye, and, getting on the bus who's driver was anxious to keep going, I woke up.