I was in a striped hallway in a strange house, with my dog, Talula, who was actually a little girl. She looked about five years old, with curly brown hair, wearing a flowery dress and mary janes. When she started to give me a hug, I noticed her little square teeth coming directly toward my eye. (I was kneeling to be more on her level.) For a second, I was worried that she would hurt my eye, but she didn’t. After she hugged me, I said to her, “You’ve got all the same parts as me, only smaller.”
I witnessed a scene at which I wasn’t actually present: it seemed like a cross between something that was really happening and something that would happen on a science fiction show on TV. A woman was in hotel-like room, in which there was a box on the bed. She opened the box and pulled out a green dress. She said, “Oh, I’m tired of wearing these inflatable and deflatable costumes.” Then a man walked in with a pig on a leash. The three of them were going to go undercover to infiltrate the society of the alien planet that they were visiting. They had to choose the costumes and codenames that they wanted to use to fit into this society without attracting attention. They decided that the woman’s codename would be “Fig-picker”; the pig’s name was going to be “Rose Marie,” and the man’s name was going to be “Radio-daddy-overload.” I started laughing in my sleep and woke myself up.
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