FC (A Dream)

I had this dream on the evening of February 17, 2001.

I was in my apartment, in my bedroom, when I hear some sort of rustling in the kitchen. I think I may have a mouse or something; they've managed to find their way into my place before. So I go to the kitchen, ready to shoo away a small rodent, and the first thing I see is a huge Hefty-type garbage bag in the middle of the floor, knocked over, and the contents are all strewn about. There's something rustling inside the bag, I go to look, and I'm jumped by...

a Pembroke Welsh Corgi.

The next thing I know, it's wrestled me to the ground and licked my face, then it runs out on the balcony, jumps off, and is gone. Sometime during the scuffle, a neighbor of mine has managed to find his way into my place. He comments that, yeah, we've had feral corgis here before, it's nothing to be too concerned with.

Copyright © 2001 Dan Bornstein, danfuzz@milk.com, all rights reserved.