“The dog” is based on one of the earliest dreams I can remember. So I decided it would be the first entry into this collection.
Around the time I was six or seven, I had an awful nightmare of alien invaders attacking my home. The only comfort within the dream, was my favorite bull terrier stuffed toy dog, brought to life.
I followed the pattern the dream itself presented in my disjointed style of writing. This particular post is as much of a display of how the dream felt as much as what was happening.
VIVIDLY 
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