Dream About Dog Capture Arrest And Escape

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Last night in my dream, I dreamt that I had traveled back to Pennsylvania from Colorado to live with my ex, Kenny. Along the way with me, I took my dog, who I've never had this dog before. It was a brown, almost red-colored Labrador. He was a little chunky, a little big, but I loved him just the same. I was probably overfeeding him. When I got to Pennsylvania, he got, his dog got loose. He was wearing his collar and leash. I just dropped the leash. The next thing I know, the townspeople, whom I thought of as redneck assholes, ignorant pieces of shit, captured my dog, put him away in a pound, and then arrested me. I was at the police station, telling them my story, trying not to get arrested, because I've been arrested before, not in Pennsylvania, but here in Colorado. They wouldn't let me see my dog. All I wanted to see was my dog, if he was okay. They wouldn't let me see him. They told me that he would have to be put down. I flipped out, and I escaped from the police station. When I escaped, I went around the corner of the police station, and right around the corner from it was a truck stop. I thought to myself, I'm never going to be able to make it back home unless I can hitch a ride. So I walked around the gas station, truck stop, with my butt hanging out, and finally some poor old farmer with a green pickup decided to take me home with him, and I thought, you know what, I need this. I haven't been getting any from my ex since I got here, so I'm going to just go sleep with this poor farmer, steal his truck, and go back home. Actually I didn't want to go back home, I wanted to save my dog before I left Pennsylvania. So in the dream, my dog grew tired as I was walking with my ex to this little town to get something I didn't know about that my ex wanted to get, and my dog grew so tired and hot that he freaked out. He didn't know where he was. We weren't in Colorado anymore, we were in Pennsylvania, and he was hot and exhausted, and we tried to do everything we could to make him cool. Water, air, shade, none of it seemed to work, and that's why he escaped from my grip. Some locals found him and put him in a bag, like a dog carrying case, and handed it back to me.