Just woke up from a dream where my grandma got a new dog. The dog had died prior to the events of the dream, and through some means unexplained in the dream, was brought back.
So my grandma had this pretty much zombie dog, and I was freaked out by it, but in the way that you’re freaked out by an elderly pet. Like, it was gross, but not corpse gross.
And for some reason (I think my family was doing yard work at her house) I had to watch the dog. And I learned that it could talk. And it turned out that it was in, like, excruciating pain because it was undead. It also had this gross hole through its, like, sternum area.
So I called my dad, and I explained the situation, and he had to put the dog down.
Then my grandma got home, and I had to break the news to her. And she was really fond of the animal so it was hard to get her to listen.
But when I said it talked, she was like, “They can talk???” and made her way to a Caroline-esque door in the wall. She opened it, and there was this generic indignant old man voice coming from there. And the implication of the dream was that, stored in the wall for god knows how long, was the reanimated corpse of either my grandfather, or my great grandfather.
And the reanimated corpse of what was either my grandfather or great grandfather - that remained unseen during the dream, I might add - was complaining about these commemorative flags that were stored in the wall with him. And these flags were different variations of the US flag before they settled on the current one. And one of these flags was a blue circle, with a red “S” in the center, and I think 14 stars? And it was apparently designed by a guy with a very stereotypically Hispanic name that I can’t remember.