Doom Dreams

[cranefly]

I'm in the front yard gathering seed heads off oyster plants. They're like huge dandelion fluffs. It's part of a world-wide seed-gathering effort that will determine the next Dali Lama. Finally my hands are full. Heading for the front door, I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. A big doberman pinscher has trotted into the yard. Spotting me, it charges aggressively. I turn on it and growl fiercely. That gives it pause. But every time I turn to the door, it starts for me with fangs bared. I keep turning back to it to growl ever louder.

Lady Cranefly shakes me awake.