I'm at an after-hours work party. It's at an unfamiliar place, a large blocky building with expansive parking lots, which are nearly empty. I'm outside, letting my dogs run around, and I'm kind of mad because a few of my co-workers just totally ganged up on my dog Bella. I can picture in my mind the guys piling onto her, literally, in a pile with her in the middle. I don't think they needed to do that. I specifically remember Joe B and Bill R being involved.

I go back to the building, and Joe S is just going in, but he says that everybody has left and I should lock up.

Then I'm walking up Scholls Ferry Road, on the steep section up toward the zoo, again with my dogs. I've got a little palm-sized dog in my hand, but with an unusually large head, and it seems to be injured. Somebody with me suggests that maybe it got hit by a car, and I can't really tell, but it seems to be alive and I can't see any major injuries on it.