I had a dream that feels like solid representations of what I do in daily life and those that may be dormant in my subconscious. It occurred not far from my home on a street with houses lined up on both sides. The houses were small, one level economy types that most of America has. It was a first person perspective as nearly all of mine are which I assume to be common.
I’m standing at a doorway during late evening hours, when the sun is out of sight but it’s not quite dark yet. The weather felt like late summer. I was standing outside the doorway looking in but I don’t know who was there or why I was, it wasn’t an area I really go to. I had on a long sleeved solid orange shirt that was from Abercrombie, much like one I already have but not orange in color. That really stuck out to me but I don’t know why.
A small dog that looked like a pug was suddenly behind me barking and looking rather mean. Now I’m no dog expert but I never recalled a pug being so vicious. I thought they were friendlier and rather lazy but this one was not the case. At this moment I had the slight feeling I was working, my job is as a delivery person so being out and about in the neighborhood is common for me. I wasn’t in uniform but that didn’t seem to matter. As a delivery person I don’t like to mess with dogs, I’d rather them be locked away and out of yards so this situation forming itself could derive from those feelings.
I saw a man straight across the street standing in his open doorway. He was balding, chubby and older and he said, “He won’t bite don’t worry.”
I grew a bit on edge because this dog kept going crazy and circling me while barking and showing aggression. I had the thought that if this dog attacks I’m going to kick it or something. I didn’t think I would though. All of a sudden the little pug jumps and clamps down on my right wrist. I felt no pain whatsoever and I couldn’t shake the little beast off me. It was very determined. I looked at the apparent owner across the street and shouted something like ‘get it off of me’. Here a time skip occurred as does in dreams on occasion.
I was now at his door and the pug was scurrying under his feet. I pulled up my sleeve but the dog didn’t puncture my skin. However, there were holes in my shirt which I was rather upset with. I had just been given this shirt so it was new and I was angry. I told the owner he better pay for this. The owner obliged and said he would give me twenty dollars. I agreed knowing that wasn’t enough but decided to take it. This is a part of the dream I know took pieces of my daily delivery life and incorporated them into it. He handed me a twenty and a ten dollar bill then gave me $8.67 cents in change. That was a total of $38.67. He then added, “Just give me ten back and we should be good.”