Had a dream last night. I was riding my bike to Jims [my brother] house through a street that was 1st Ave in Belltown [Seattle] and ended at around K St and Division in Tacoma. Street was maybe a mile long but that describes the scenery.
Its evening time and I stopped at a convenience store to get something. Next to me a lady on her bike bumps into a guy on his bike and immediately gives him a roundhouse kick to the face as retaliation. This woman has a kid of about 9 year old.
Soon after leaving the store, its night. People are still about. Riding my bike through the city, I come across a large, black, rabid dog. Scraggly hair, barking and threatening. It confronts me but then is distracted by a man on the sidewalk. It grabs him by the neck and tosses him like a rag doll. The man covers his face and head but begins to be chewed apart by the dog.
Before he is killed, I start yelling at the dog to distract it and get it to come after me. Im on a bicycle, I reason, so the dog wont actually catch me but I can get it away from killing this guy. The distraction works but Im not able to get away from the black dog.
Now that the dog has outrun me, I try some reverse psychology or something on it. It becomes a talking dog. I forget exactly what I do but its stuff like Im gonna fuck you up, meet me down the road motherfucker when I know Jims house is nearby and thats my goal is to get there. It works, by this point the talking dog has taken the personality of a very drunk homeless person, and he cracks open a tallcan and says in slurred speech he will come back for me.
I forget how it happened but my injury from this encounter is something with my wisdom tooth in the back bottom right of my mouth. Or the gum area there, since the tooth is gone. I have to cut something out.
I get to Jim's house and go inside (it looks nothing like Jims real house but is still a house Im able to walk into and a lot of people obviously live in, but none of them seem to be home). Its late at night and hes not there, probably sleeping. I wait until morning to call a dentist.
At this point the dream becomes somewhat disjointed. Basically everyone in my family comes over while I wait to make an appointment with the dentist. They all ask me what happened, but the only words Im able to get across to them is rabid dog and they start asking me questions and shouting me down and it seems like no matter how much I yell nobody can hear me. I think I barely get across that I brought the attention from the dog upon myself. At first Im modest and dont mention that I probably saved someones life by distracting the dog, thats why it came after me, but once my family becomes more accusatory (You shouldnt be doing that, That is really stupid, etc.) I start really yelling over the top of them that it was to save a guys life. This is when I really feel like Im yelling but silent at the same time and they arent hearing a word of what I say.
Its Sunday and the dentists arent open. Mom calls grandpa [retired doctor] who hooks up a Sunday appointment. I wake up somewhere around here.
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