Morning of December 12, 2014. Friday.

Warning: Even though this is the honest record of a dream, some may find it offensive with regard to animal cruelty, so give this one a miss if you choose and go on to another entry rather than be offended by a dream record of someone you do not know, especially as I am sure there are real issues in the world for the casual reader to contemplate.

I am in our house in Brisbane on Stadcor Street, where we have not actually lived for a number of years. All the members of my family are as they are now. Over time, a large black dog somehow gets into the house. Although dogs are considered “man’s best friend”, this is typically not the case in my dream universe and it certainly is not the case with dealing with problematic neighbors who refuse to train their dog not to bark all night, or dog attacks on children. That is not the issue here at all here, though. I digress.

I am able to get the dog out of the house by having doors open for a time and chasing it out after it annoys our children several times (though does not directly attack). The dog does seem a bit confused, similar to a larger bobcat I saw in real life that had gotten too much tranquilizer and never fully recovered during its stay in a cage in my middle school’s zoo (Environmental Learning Laboratory).

Oddly, even with all the doors shut, the dog somehow is in the house again, wandering about aimlessly and being a nuisance, knocking things over and causing a bit of damage to some educational materials. Even more oddly, he seems to manifest straight out of the Internet cable, though very close to the ceiling - and then falls to the floor, headfirst with front legs out - almost like diving into a pool. Visually, I am quite startled and amazed by this bizarre scene and am, in afterthought, wondering how I could have possibly missed it as a dream cue. I mean really, dogs do not fall headfirst out of Internet cables near the ceiling. It was almost akin to dreams where you feel you are physically shoved while seemingly resting, usually in a dark and undefined area.

Being even more annoyed than before and even though the dog is bigger than I, I grab it around the neck and have an idea that I could somehow push it through the floorboards. Of course, this makes no sense but I manage to hold it down thinking I could also throw it out the front door - then again, it might come back again. Over time, as I continue to squeeze its neck, the dog eventually seems lifeless, with bubbles flowing from its mouth and nose.

This dream seems rather obvious in its implications. The dog represents a mentally ill person on the Internet that has, astoundingly, still been obsessed with my family and I (and seems completely against real relationships, having children, and honest experiential dream work) - even after I have not been on that site in some time. This of course is confirmed by the confused or perhaps drugged dog coming from the Internet cable and “hounding” my family.

Is this person an actual threat to my family? That much is unknown, but someone who is so narcissistic and childlike in their thinking (and seemingly completely removed from real relationships with real people) almost defies even my ability to believe. This much is certain. Whether or not I ever look at the site in question to see if he is still making up stories, he will still technically be there whether I look or not, somewhat of a wearisome enigma, it seems.

Still, I have made the choice of eventually removing every reference to this deceitful character from every entry other than when the dream itself is directly related (as is this one). It is not worth the wastage.