The Dream of the Brown Dog (and how to remember your dreams)
The Key to Dreams by Rene Magritte
I had this dream a few days ago. (I’d woken up at 8am and gone back to sleep.)
We were filming the travel show in Texas, right after Hurricane Harvey struck. The high-rise office building we were in was flooded up to the second floor. We did not mind the conditions, being used to typhoons and monsoons. I had a dog with me, a brown askal which ran off to play with the other dogs taking refuge in the upper floors. The dog did not respond when I called him, so I figured I’d pick him up when we finished filming.
On our way out I tried to get the dog, but a security guard barred me from looking for him. I started arguing with the guard. I told him I could not possibly leave my dog, and he said I had to leave the building. I was getting very upset.
You know that scene towards the end of The Usual Suspects, after the detective has let Verbal Kint go? The detective sits in his office drinking coffee and looking at the pictures tacked on the walls, and he suddenly realizes where Verbal got his stories. That’s what happened in my dream.
I was yelling at the guard when a series of thoughts popped into my head.
How did I transport my dog from Manila to Texas?
Didn’t my dog have to be quarantined?
What was the name of my dog?
Wait. I don’t have a dog.
Then I woke up.
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