Category Archives: dog/ cane

Lost Dog, Mouse on Deer, Dog-Cat-Monkey

I had a dog (don’t own one). White dog, large dog; loved this dog. And I was apparently visiting back in Mexico, because I’d run into an unstable old lover that I had hoped to avoid. She somehow convinced me to leave my dog with some of her friends, someone I didn’t know, and I was suddenly ‘carted off’ to someplace else. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of her about where to find them, and was on my own, kicking myself for even letting myself talk to her in the first place.

In my search for my dog, I came upon some cool people. Artist types, like myself. It didn’t quite feel like San Diego, where I live. And I wasn’t certain exactly where I was in my dream landscape, either. I was kind of lost and still looking for my dog, when I kind of happen into their back yard, thinking their white dog was my white dog, maybe, and the yard itself is beyond landscaped. It’s more like a miniature game reserve. The first vision I see is a large mouse riding a deer, a smallish deer; young. Then I notice two small, reddish monkeys at the base of a tree to my left. And then I see another dog (not mine, darnit), somehow traveling with a cat and one of those monkeys that I saw earlier. All peaceful, calm animals, all really getting on eden-style here. If they were elephants, they could have had their tails and trunks tied and connected, and they were connected like this, somehow. Moving slowly across and then away, and somehow inviting me. In my dream, I said to myself “Ok wow, what’s the meaning of a mouse on a deer and a dog, a cat, and a monkey, I wonder?”.

Inside the house, I befriended the people inside. Cool people, my kind. They seemed to accept me without major misunderstanding. Which is odd for me, because usually, in real life, groups eventually reject me due to one or two people in the group who I somehow polarize through a few misunderstandings in the beginning. This wasn’t happening here, so we all got on swimmingly. They were also sure that they knew the people that may have my dog, which was a plus. Before we had a chance to get to them, the dream itself slid into another, unrelated dream.

Mani bagnate/ Wet Hands

Era una situazione confusa, ricordo un cane di piccola taglia che si avvicina per leccarmi le mani.

I remember a confused situation in which a dog of small size was approaching me and licking my hands

The long way home

I am struggling to get home, being chased by some invisible but threatening force.  I make my way in the blackness of night, taking a long way to get back home.  I know that I need to make it through three tunnels, when I reach the third tunnel I feel relieved, on the other side of the tunnel I enter into the basement of my house.  There are still some narrow maze like paths to take, but I know that I am almost home and I feel the proximity of my grandmother.  When I arrive at the staircase going up toward the house I see my daughter’s bath, still full of water and her toys, and again I feel relieved. I go up the stairs feeling happy that I made it home.  I open the door at the top of the stairs, going out into the garden that I need to cross to get to the door of the house.  Then, just as I think that I made it I am attacked by two vicious dogs.

Lost Dog, Mouse on Deer, Dog-Cat-Monkey

I had a dog (don’t own one). White dog, large dog; loved this dog. And I was apparently visiting back in Mexico, because I’d run into an unstable old lover that I had hoped to avoid. She somehow convinced me to leave my dog with some of her friends, someone I didn’t know, and I was suddenly ‘carted off’ to someplace else. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of her about where to find them, and was on my own, kicking myself for even letting myself talk to her in the first place.
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13 Dicembre 1911

Un cane mi stava sul corpo, una zampa accanto al viso.

F. Kafka, Diario del 13 Dicembre 1911

#6 Luglio 1971

Una gag alla Jerry Lewis: un uomo travestito da cane (é solo dallo sguardo – brillante, quasi rosso – che si capisce che non é un cane) esce tirando il guinzaglio e obbligando a correre l’uomo che lo conduce. Il vero cane, seduto in poltrona, lo guarda uscire, poi si alza sulle zampe di dietro (come un animale da cartoni animati) e comincia a mimare un incontro di boxe.

A Jerry Lewis style gag: a man dressed as a dog (it is only by the look – bright, almost red – that you understand that it is not a dog) comes out by pulling on the leash to run and forcing the man who leads it. The real dog, sitting in a chair, looks out, then stands on his hind legs (like an animal in the cartoons) and begins to mimic a boxing match.

G.Perec, La boutique obscure

In real life

I had this dream as a child. I was standing outside my stepfather’s work at night and there were dogs running through the lobby. One dog was wheeling himself in a wheelchair. The door opens and one of the dog bites me on the wrist, I realize the pain is continuing in real life, and wake up to find that my wrist is bent backwards.