As a guy who has written many dream interpretations in this part of USM, I feel very strange submitting one of my own, but this is one that baffles me!
I dreamt that I was working at an old-fashioned country hotel, something out of an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel: three stories tall with a long curving drive up at the front, whitewashed walls, two columns at the front entrance, outdoor cafe with tablecloths of white damask, the whole nine yards.
I was the valet who parked people's cars at this place, and all the attendees were driving up in 1920's roadsters, but all the people had dog's heads (except me)! A 1929 town-car drove up with a guy in tropical suit, holding his Flapper lady on his arm, and he had the head of a Whippet underneath his checked Docker Cap! The lady was a French Poodle under a broad-brimmed chapeau, a pale yellow flower in her hair, taking no notice of me, the simple working guy.
When the bulldog drove up in a Stutz Bearcat Speedster, my mind rebelled. I woke up in a cold sweat and shivered for a while! You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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