My Unofficial Rejection
“Oliver, come on, she’s an old friend of mine and she’s here to hear about your dream.”
“My dreams?” A little voice asked, muffled by my shoulder.
“Yes pup, come on and sit with us and tell us all the dreams you remember.”
It took hours, him coming out of his shell more and more as he spoke. Linda just sat and listened, she poured drinks when we needed but other then that it was silent other then his stories. Listening to them again I understand why he was shaken because they really are disturbing and detailed, no way a pup should ever have dreams like this. Not such an innocent young pup at that, he’s never seen these things how would he know these things even happen in the world?!