November 14, 2015

I walked down to the docks as our land to the west was being occupied through war. I went in the opposite direction along the lake shore and noticed that all of the seating had been redone, with some part using materials that we had recovered from our lost territory. After going further, I saw the words “That’s racist” in foam boards floating on the water.

When I got to the end of the walkway, I crouched and looked under one of the platforms to see what seemed to be a white duck facing the other direction. I made quacking noises but I failed to instigate any response. I finally poked it in the back and when it turned around, it ate something from my hand before I could realized what had happened.

It turned out that the animal was a white puppy that was completely soaked. It had blue and yellow eyes and for some reason I felt a great amount of anxiety concerning this creature’s newfound attachment to me. My first thought was to somehow deceive it so that it wouldn’t follow me so I set it into the water to let it go for a swim. Every few paces or so the dog would look back at me and at the same time it seemed to age a few years whenever it did so.

Eventually a full grown dog was walking on the water and I took a few steps toward the stairs whenever it looked the other way. When I got close enough to cover, I rushed upstairs and into the bathroom. My instinct was to think of a way to remove my scent so that the dog would no longer recognize me.

– [[This was such a ??? dream]]