Dreaming

I am in Mary’s house, but it isn’t actually her house; it belongs to Sonia and Eric. Everyone there has been searching for a song called The Simple Life. I go into the living room, and a dog jumps up at me in a friendly way. He jumps really high, level with the head of someone sitting in a chair. I am scared of the dog. I notice two or three puddles of dog urine on the carpet at the other end of the room and suggest that maybe he needs a poo. I tell them that I am not taking them.

A young girl takes his collar and takes him outside. I go over to the other side of the room and start to search through drawers. Someone tells me they’ve already been searched. I go to another set of drawers and search through; they are full of paperwork. I ask when ‘he’d’ last had the song, and they tell me he’d had it that afternoon when he came in from work. I think to myself that it’s probably in the bedroom and not the living room. As I search through the drawers, I kneel in the dog’s urine; it is on my jeans. The dog comes back; it is calm and just watches me.