I Dream of a World Where Dogs Kill Monkeys

I had a weird dream over the weekend. It was night, and Rowdi was on the back porch (except it was the raised wooden back porch from the house I lived in for nine years in New Jersey). I see little Sydney approaching Rowdi, and I get worried that Rowdi is going to chase her. Then Rowdi starts growling – really angry like – and I get more worried. But then I notice she’s looking beyond Sydney.
“What are you growling at, girl?”
I sit down next to Rowdi and look to the other end of the porch. There’s a white cat on it. Both Rowdi and I approach it, and then I see it’s not a cat but is a monkey. It has weird eyes and looks like an all-white lemur.
Suddenly, Rowdi grabs the monkey by its neck, and, within a second, kills it bloodlessly. She then walks off like nothing happens.
As far as I can remember, the dream ends with me telling SarahK what happened, a bit ambivalent about the issue. On one hand, it was disturbing to see sweet Rowdi kill something so violently, but, on the other hand, it was good she took out some crazed monkey that probably escaped from the zoo.
So what do you think the dream means? That I have a good dog?

14 Comments

  1. I think this is a sign that you should follow Rowdi’s example and quit being such a pansy when you come face to face with monkeys. Seriously, in all your stories, the monkeys are dishing you a beat down and then you start whining how it’s scarred you forever. Just start giving it back to them. I’m sick and tired of listening to you whining about monkeys all the time.

  2. You rethuglican bastard, white lemurs are wingnut code for palestians, you trained that Zionist dream dog of your to disporportionately kill muslim lemurs. Muslim lemers lived in Florida since the beginning of time so you have to kill them to steal their land. Don’t you care about the lemur children are dying? Even in you dreams you are revelling in bloodlust. ITS BUSH’S FAULT.
    Hail Chthulu,
    Monkey-faced-Liberal Jim Marrano

  3. Ubviously der minky holds some sort uf tabu in yer addled mindt. Zis couldt stem frummm some forgutten childthoodt traumma or you are jhust afraidt ef minkies. Tink about it, schotzie.

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