Ninja Dogs Dream

Well here is another installment of the weird and wackiness that is my REM cycle.

The latest odd dream revolves around ninja dogs and a Japanese warrior demon. It all begins with my friend, Christine Porter, and I taking a drive through countryside that looks vaguely like that found in the UK. All narrow cobbled streets and leaning buildings. We stopped my car (the one I drive in SA - a blue Ford Fiesta) outside what looked like an old farm yard with white picket fence, old barn and a deserted-looking farm house.  Strangely enough it was right on a main street in a small country town which also happened to be on the edge of a dam that looks remarkably like where my mother stays in Hartbeespoort.

We exited the car and made our way towards the old barn, the sound of hay and gravel crunching beneath our flip flop-clad feet.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" I hollered as we reached the open doorway to the dimly lit barn. No sound came from within - a rather foreboding silence. We walked around the building only and back to my car, seeing neither animal nor person.

As we approached the car, a pack of dogs appeared on the road before us, beyond the front of the car. They were medium-sized and pure black with white faces, all identical (almost like the picture but actual dogs - similar to to the Husky breed). Christine looked at me as I turned my head to look at her. Seemingly the same thought in our heads. RUN!

I ran to the passenger door, and Christine headed for the driver's side. I fumbled with my keys as I pulled them from my bag  and threw them to her. We jumped in almost simultaneously and Christine started the car. It roared to life and she slammed it into first gear just as the first dog jumped at my window.  The car skidded away to the sound of yelping dogs and I looked in the rear view mirror to see them running after us through the plume of dust my tires kicked up. My sigh of relief was short-lived as I looked back to the road, only to see a dog somehow climbing from the grill and onto the bonnet (no idea how that is physically possible). It growled and on a closer looked its fur was in fact a ninja suit. I leaned out the window, seeing a sharp corner coming, and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck.

"Throw it into the dam!" Christine shouted as she took the corner at a speed and the car drifted on the sandy street.

I let it go and it went flying through the air, landing hard and rolling the last few feet to the dam's edge. With a sploosh it sank beneath the water as we high trailed it out of there.

It swapped into another dream at this point.