Dreamlog

Almost Lucid:
I'm at my childhood house again, sitting by the backyard doorwall.
I see my old cat, Oreo, outside.
I feel a strong sense of surprise, anxiety, relief, responsibility.
She's still alive. I can save her. What should I do?
I start thinking through the logistics of how I might bring her in, take her to the vet.
...
I'm outside now, realizing that seeing Oreo was only a dream. I'm by the left side of the house, where the
raspberry bushes used to be.
I walk through where a fence should have been.
It occurs to me that it is somewhat odd that I'm back here.
I find a dog that looks blonde and fuzzy, kind of like Jolteon from Pokemon. I hear that the neighbor on my left is looking for it.
I also note that the neighbors on the right had build a reinforced fence, and I knew they were B and J (who were on the wrong side).
I find my brother working on the deck, and know that he has bought this house.
I feel a sense of conquest over our childhood, sensing that he must feel that.
A sense that he'll right some of the wrongs of our childhood.
I notice there is a lot of broken glass on the ground, making me think about all the work ahead of him.
Some of the oddness of the situation occurs to me, and I nose-pinch to reality test.
I can breathe through, but I don't become lucid. I check a few more times, and I can breathe each time.
I must not be plugging my nose entirely.
I still don't become lucid. I ask my brother if I am dreaming.
He says no. I do not question further.
...
Some people I identify as Gen Z come over to help with the deck build.
They ask that, since we are Millennials, are we going to pay them in Pokemon cards?
I tell them no, we only pay in Cheez-Its.

Fragment:
I'm at a local nature trail with Daniel Love. We are sneaking around trees and bushes, following somebody I know to be Keith Hearne.