Dreams...

So, I had this crazy dream last night. I am guessing it was because of my sleeping pill induced self. It involved a border collie male and it's pups. Well, we were parked along this chain-link fence, watching the dogs and we noticed that the gate was slightly opened. So, we backed up to see what was going on. Well, to our dismay, it was the father of the puppies, it was trying to drag one of it's dead pups inside the gate. We thought it had been hit by a car because of the way it looked, but unfortunately, it was the father of the pups who had killed it. It seemed to be kind of cannibalistic and rather evil when you looked at it. Though, it had spotted us and tried to attack because we had found its cruel secret.

We had searched around the area for the other pups, but found a barely alive one and tried to bring it into the car we had been sitting in (My mother, father, oldest sister and I were the only ones in the car). But, the male dog had spotted us yet again and tried to rip the pup from our hands with its snarling, sharp teeth. It had been too strong for us, so we ended up accidentally letting go. But, that is when we saw a healthy, alive pup who had been wandering around in the streets. I quickly pulled it into the car and locked the doors before the male dog could get at it. I told my dad to hit the gas as I cling softly, yet firm to the puppy to show the adorable fur ball that it was safe and secure with us. My dad didn't want the puppy, so we were forced to take it to a dog shelter that cared for dogs. But some how we had ended up at my grandfather's house and I kept trying to come up with names for the puppy. Since it was a female, I called it Kaylin. That was pretty much the last thing I remember about that dream.