I just had this horrible dream that my dog ran off into the night, got into dogfight and died; I finally found out where he had gone, and when I got there there was blood everywhere but no body. I was crying so hard and then some guy was beside me telling me that my dog had died but that everything was going to be okay and that I had to move because he was trying to tow this car. I asked him why the car was in the middle of the woods and where his tow truck came from because there was no road, but he just kept on whistling and telling me I should clean up the blood. I asked him his name. He stopped whistling for a second, stared right at me and said, “Teddy.” Then he shook my hand and said he was late for a dinner party. He left me standing there in the middle of the woods beside a broken down car and a tow truck.
Dreams are funny things. I love my dog. i hope he doesn’t fall into the thug life and pursue dogfighting, I hope he doesn’t die; I hope he doesn’t come back as a mysterious tow truck driver who stands over random crying people in isolated areas that resemble forests from a Tim Burton movie.
Yes.

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