I exchanged dreams with my dog. Or somehow, I got into her dream.
It was a running dream. My dog was running and running and running. I was holding on around her neck, and streaming out over her back like a flag. Everything was black and white and black and white and black and white. My dog was having a great time. Then I woke up.
I have never forgotten that dream. It was such a strange experience.
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