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It was one of those continuous dreams that makes prefect sense... but now that I've woken up, there are holes and fuzzy points :-(
Something about living in a college campus-type environment and walking to the shopping center to get food/eat out. There was also something about buying used books. Anyway, while there, I met a woman who trains dogs as assistant dogs/guide dogs and I thought my cat, Maxwell, would be perfect. She's not into cats (exactly like a book I'm reading right now) but said if he behaved and responded to the training then he could do it as well. I was talking to the trainer about this later on the phone and I was in the actual laundry room of my house and looked up to see Angel sitting on the duct that takes the hot air out when the dryer is on. She was up there, kneading her claws into it to make little holes and I freaked and reached up and got her off it (before bed I reached up and took her off the mantlepiece in the living room as she was stuck). The woman on the phone was nice about it and said to come by the next day.
I did, but I brought my dog so I could be familiar with everything first before dragging my cat in. I was worried that my cat would still be too distracted by things going on. He likes new people but sometimes gets frightened by things like hearing a doorbell on TV that sounds like our old doorbell (which is what he is like in real life, only new people scare him a lot more). So I brought my dog, who was a beautiful greyish-tan weimaraner. I brought a few friends who had dogs mine knew and socialized with. So we headed to the trainer woman's town house for training. I kept giving my dog (whose name started with an F but I can't recall it now) "with me" commands, which is what we use with my parents dog in real life. So ew got to the house and went inside. There was a gated area just inside where other dogs were. We greeted them and then I was the one to open up the gate (just like the gates we use upstairs in my house) with one hand while holding the leash in the other. After I we went into the room, I closed the gate behind. Then we let the dogs run free in the room and the adjoining few rooms to get to know each other.
The trainers-to-be all sat down in chairs around the perimeter of the living room, and we did an exercise with the trainer where we divided into groups (one group accidentally only had one person, another had 4 or 5- ours had 3) and given plastic placemats with illustrations of a story on them and we all had to figure out separately and then together what was going on. It wasn't until we were sharing with the group that we figured out what was going on in our mat. It was the story of a rural village (a farming AND fishing village, the group determined) where food was hard to come by as they had to sell all their crops in order to afford taxes to the evil tax barron. It was forbidden to fish for salmon, and (according to our mat) those were in a special pen in the oceanside (apparently they were saltwater salmon!). We thought (before group share) those were piranha but then another group explained about the salmon rule. So in ours, the main character stands up for his village, goes in, and reaches into the forbidden portion to pull out a salmon. He chops off the head and lies it on the table in front of the tax guy who repeals the tax (in the next group's placemat) because of his guts. Turns out the evil guy was actually a military trainer and looking for people to fight. He was incredibly cruel and evil and mean, but had a position of power he could not easily be moved from without a revolt.
The group sitting way across from me consisted of one of my high school best friends and a Chinese girl- they were talking fluently in Chinese (even though this best friend was Korean, apparently she also suddenly knew Chinese) and my best friend suddenly admits that when she was fighting in the war as a child, she served until this evil guy.
Then there was a cartoony flashback of a warship going into battle. Thunderstorms and water everywhere- the deck was flooding. The evil guy was always surrounded in black lighting, with blue and purple light on his face and an evil grin. One young blond boy figured, in the midst of battle, what the evil guy's weakness was and became an ally to an underground unit trying to get him removed. My best friend's task was to spread that word that he had the answer, even if no one else survived. So we saw her, for years (or seconds, in the form of a montage), trying to get back to command central, cralwing and nearly starving to death, to deliver the message.
It was delivered finally to a small outpost which consisted of members of the rebel alliance. Then Luke Skywalker, one of the members present, decided he needed to finally do his final challenges to become a Jedi. Leah (who apparently already did hers) told him what to expect without giving away the surprise about him being Vader. As they headed to a cave to do the challenges, I thought to myself that I'd seen that part in a move last summer, and then I woke up.
Something about living in a college campus-type environment and walking to the shopping center to get food/eat out. There was also something about buying used books. Anyway, while there, I met a woman who trains dogs as assistant dogs/guide dogs and I thought my cat, Maxwell, would be perfect. She's not into cats (exactly like a book I'm reading right now) but said if he behaved and responded to the training then he could do it as well. I was talking to the trainer about this later on the phone and I was in the actual laundry room of my house and looked up to see Angel sitting on the duct that takes the hot air out when the dryer is on. She was up there, kneading her claws into it to make little holes and I freaked and reached up and got her off it (before bed I reached up and took her off the mantlepiece in the living room as she was stuck). The woman on the phone was nice about it and said to come by the next day.
I did, but I brought my dog so I could be familiar with everything first before dragging my cat in. I was worried that my cat would still be too distracted by things going on. He likes new people but sometimes gets frightened by things like hearing a doorbell on TV that sounds like our old doorbell (which is what he is like in real life, only new people scare him a lot more). So I brought my dog, who was a beautiful greyish-tan weimaraner. I brought a few friends who had dogs mine knew and socialized with. So we headed to the trainer woman's town house for training. I kept giving my dog (whose name started with an F but I can't recall it now) "with me" commands, which is what we use with my parents dog in real life. So ew got to the house and went inside. There was a gated area just inside where other dogs were. We greeted them and then I was the one to open up the gate (just like the gates we use upstairs in my house) with one hand while holding the leash in the other. After I we went into the room, I closed the gate behind. Then we let the dogs run free in the room and the adjoining few rooms to get to know each other.
The trainers-to-be all sat down in chairs around the perimeter of the living room, and we did an exercise with the trainer where we divided into groups (one group accidentally only had one person, another had 4 or 5- ours had 3) and given plastic placemats with illustrations of a story on them and we all had to figure out separately and then together what was going on. It wasn't until we were sharing with the group that we figured out what was going on in our mat. It was the story of a rural village (a farming AND fishing village, the group determined) where food was hard to come by as they had to sell all their crops in order to afford taxes to the evil tax barron. It was forbidden to fish for salmon, and (according to our mat) those were in a special pen in the oceanside (apparently they were saltwater salmon!). We thought (before group share) those were piranha but then another group explained about the salmon rule. So in ours, the main character stands up for his village, goes in, and reaches into the forbidden portion to pull out a salmon. He chops off the head and lies it on the table in front of the tax guy who repeals the tax (in the next group's placemat) because of his guts. Turns out the evil guy was actually a military trainer and looking for people to fight. He was incredibly cruel and evil and mean, but had a position of power he could not easily be moved from without a revolt.
The group sitting way across from me consisted of one of my high school best friends and a Chinese girl- they were talking fluently in Chinese (even though this best friend was Korean, apparently she also suddenly knew Chinese) and my best friend suddenly admits that when she was fighting in the war as a child, she served until this evil guy.
Then there was a cartoony flashback of a warship going into battle. Thunderstorms and water everywhere- the deck was flooding. The evil guy was always surrounded in black lighting, with blue and purple light on his face and an evil grin. One young blond boy figured, in the midst of battle, what the evil guy's weakness was and became an ally to an underground unit trying to get him removed. My best friend's task was to spread that word that he had the answer, even if no one else survived. So we saw her, for years (or seconds, in the form of a montage), trying to get back to command central, cralwing and nearly starving to death, to deliver the message.
It was delivered finally to a small outpost which consisted of members of the rebel alliance. Then Luke Skywalker, one of the members present, decided he needed to finally do his final challenges to become a Jedi. Leah (who apparently already did hers) told him what to expect without giving away the surprise about him being Vader. As they headed to a cave to do the challenges, I thought to myself that I'd seen that part in a move last summer, and then I woke up.
