I’m driving through a parking lot outside a liquor store in a large old car with a few people in it. There’s an African American looking man that steps in front of the car and there seems to be the possibility of hitting him so I slow down. He doesn’t appear to like the fact that I almost hit him. He pushing a shopping cart and carrying a large duffle bag. I step out of the car and offer to help him carry the bag while he pushes the cart and he concedes. We walk around the right side of the liquor store to a fence in front of a large pile of things covered with blankets. He reaches over the fence and starts digging under one of the blankets and suddenly pulls out a gun and starts firing at me. I turn and run and wake up afraid.

Interesting that I was dreaming this at about the same time as the Pulse murders in Florida.

I’m playing with lots of little wolves. I’m teaching them to fetch and their parents are amused by the playfulness.

Then, I’m in a house with a large spiral stairwell. I’m a little nervous about being there for some reason. Everything is white with black trim. I step outside and see a large doberman that at first gets me nervous if he doesn’t recognize me so go up to him (all smiles) and say his name, Max. He’s really excited to see me. He has a large piece of rawhide in his mouth that I snatch from him and throw into the pool and he jumps in after it. A peculiar thing about the pool is that it has a black wrought iron fence that divides the pool into two sections. I notice it but can’t figure out why someone would do that to their pool, especially since it appears that it’s easy to just swim underneath it.