Duality

I have to be candid; the year is a guess on my part, but I believe I was 9 or 10 at the time of this next dream.

Again, nothing particularly astounding was happening. My mother, father, and myself were all visiting my grandmother's house. However, the odd thing is that we brought the dog, Tippy, a long-haired, brown-and-white mutt who probably weighed about as much as I did at the time. I was a little frightened of him, as being the people-friendly dog he was, he liked to jump on people. Being as big as he was, he could easily hurt me in doing so, and was responsible for a few scraped elbows of mine.

Anyway, the dream began with me in the driveway, next to the family van. I noticed the dog was running around the house like a lunatic, as I would expect him to, but I found it quite strange that we would load a huge dog into the van and bring it to my grandmother's house for a short visit. This was my so-called "dream-sign."

I walked into the garage, whose bay door was open, and approached my father, who seemed to be working on an electrical outlet. I inquired, "Dad, am I dreaming?" He seemed to be somewhat irritated, and ignored my question entirely. "I don't know. Go ask your mother."

I went back outside and walked over to one of the many flower gardens my grandmother had at the time. My mother was pruning some bushes. I approached her, and asked, "Mom? Am I dreaming?" She seemed to have heard my question, and understood it, but was clearly reluctant to give me a satisfactory reply. "Well, I don't know. What do you think?" I paused, in thought, and looked at the dog again as he made another lap around the house. "I think I am," I replied, watching the dog.

I woke up.