A Fox of my Own

Where I was exactly, I'm not completely sure. I may have been in a random beach house or hotel room, or maybe my grandparents' house, perhaps even an odd combination of the two. My cousin was there, as were my brother and sister, and my mother, grandmother, and aunt and uncle (this particular cousin's parents). I don't remember what was going on at the time, but I suddenly became aware of a fox in the room. She approached me in a bit of a sidling manner, then lay down close beside me (I was sitting on the hardwood floor). I stroked her gently, and she nuzzled in closer, then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a slow, soft, sigh. It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps this fox had sought comfort in what would be her last moments alive, and this pained me deeply. I continued stroking her soft, red and white coat, and noticed a few seconds later that she started breathing again. It happened rather quickly, but a few seconds more and it would not have been so (as dream-rules may then have demanded she be truly dead). I was filled with relief, and a renewed joy that she not only permitted physical contact with me, but she'd desired it as well; and also, that I finally had a fox of my own.

I write this with a small sigh of my own, for it was bitter-sweet; such dreams exist because they very rarely, if ever come true, least of all for one such as me.

Androids

it was unfortunately short, but I recall being in a sort of factory, or maybe a warehouse or department store even. A legion of androids had amassed there, for purposes of fellowship and aims of world conquest. I had some how been mistaken to be one of them, and found myself mimicking quirky head and eye movements to better blend in. One of them, a woman, stopped and chatted with me about something I no longer remember, but her smile was welcoming, and her words nice enough, though she was ignorant of my true nature. I marched on with others, until arriving at something like a check out counter, where another woman-android started asking me random questions, the last of which i made a joking remark involving "Lucky Charms". Then she made a comment that inferred she was wise to what i was, but I just smirked and asked something like, "what tipped you off?" Her response was in words initially, but they didn't quite make sense, and as I tried to make sense of them, they got even more confusing, until I began to visualize a twisted, expanding network of roots, after which I either awoke, or let the dream pass to oblivion.

Shemp

Many of the details at this point are very vague, but I remember being in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar building, something like an older, sort of run-down, but not entirely kind of place. Brown-red wood walls, might have been paneling. I was engaged in conversation with "Shemp" Howard, from The Three Stooges. It was understood to be a time not long after Moe's death (in waking reality, truth be told I'm no more certain whether "Shemp" outlived Moe, or vice-versa), and we were discussing how their father, an ultra-orthodox Jew, did not approve of the "woob-woob-woob," as he mimed his father.

Sadly, I do not recall what led up to it, or what came after, only that something did both.

still, was a rather unusual, unexpected. I have not seen, or even thought about The Three Stooges in quite some time.