1. I was dog-sitting for a woman in my writing group, and Ginger -- a beautiful Weimeraner, a queen among mere canines, who has more personality than a lot of people I know -- kept trying to get up on two legs and walk. By the end of the dream, she was reasonably successful.
2. I opened the front door of my apartment (in the dream, not my actual apartment) to a giant cardboard box, which was full of books. As I started unpacking it, I realized it contained the contents of my Amazon wishlist -- the entire wishlist, all 15 or 17 books. I could visualize each cover perfectly, although I'm not sure now if they were the actual covers of the actual books (I don't think so), or the dream covers of the actual books, or the dream covers of the dream books. In any case, I was extremely excited.
3. I was sitting on my bed (actual bed in actual room this time), staring at my hand, which had long glass shards embedded in it. This might not be as random as it sounds, because in the last month my roommate and I have both accidentally broken copious amounts of glass on the hardwood floors of our apartment, and pieces have lodged in my foot more than once. But I started sliding the glass shards out of my palm, and they were incredibly long, two inches or more, and buried underneath the surface. Each one made a thin line of bright red blood. All of them were horizontal and perfectly straight. And they hurt. A lot.
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