That's about right...laid down for bed around 1am and was jolted awake by the ugliest dream I've had in too many years. I don't know why my brain (or subconscious mind) decided that I would have a dream about a Doberman Pincher, but for real, that was absolutely uncalled for. I've been terrified by the breed since I was 4 years old. To make a long story short, I was tryna go see some puppies. There was a full grown male Doberman in the yard where I was, the puppies were on the other side of the fence, and when I went in that direction...daddy decided I was too close (which I had not even gotten 1 step in the right direction), but that big, gargantuan of a dog (y'all remember I'm 4 years old at the time) lept in the air in order to let me know I wasn't going back towards his little ones, and I have not been kosher with Dobermans for the rest of my life because of that single incident. Therefore, I don't understand why the dream I was having was the kind that just about gave me a heart attack, for real for real.
In my dream, I was tied up in a yard, and some guy unleashed 2 male Doberman Pinchers. As I'm trying to keep these dogs from hurting me, the guy is beside me with a remote control, and he paused the footage of the dogs running out into the yard. He got really close to the TV screen and started talking about how dynamic those dogs are. He'd begun talking about how divine the making of their haunches was, and he was just ga-ga over these beasts. I asked him at one point, "Why are you asking me to adore that breed? You know I'm horrified by the breed, and you're asking me to what? Tell you that they're beautiful creatures? Have you lost your mind?
When I realized I was dreaming, I forced myself to wake up. Snarkies! Why did I have to have that effing dream?
