So, I’m standing in this room and I’m holding a double barrel shotgun. I’m shooting at some city scape WAY off in the distance and I’m wondering about the type of rifle I’m using and getting the right distance out of my shots. I’m also examining the loading chamber and replacing shells. Some other guy next too me is asking how I’m aiming. I explain too him that I’m picturing dinosaurs on the sides of the buildings. I don’t know if I was actually seeing them or imagining them but I explain that every so often, they will peak around the sides of the buildings. Also, I explain not to look at the birds because they’re too small. Look at the Pterodactyls.
I am now in a living room and there are toys all over the floor and small dogs running around. I think they’re puppies, similar to Mona, the toy Dachshund or Basset hounds. I’m stepping around the coffee table and I step in puppy crap. I walked over to the owner of the dogs and complain and notice bad looking diarrhea on the ground. It’s all pretty disgusting that the owner takes a hose to help get it off my shoe and apologizes. And there’s this memory of something that looked like bruschetta in bag.
