Dream a little dream

I had a crazy dream. Isn’t it funny that when they are the craziest, you have a hard time remembering all the details? I think this happens because the scenarios are so farfetched that it becomes unrealistic. Therefore, you can’t retain the memory. Just a theory I have…


So, I can’t remember the background, but I do know I was kidnapped with a bunch of people and we were being held in a field in which the hay had already been baled. So, there were bales all throughout that we would hide behind. We also had lots of animals with us, one of which was Cena, my dog. Somehow Cena had a puppy – not sure how that actually happened since Cena is a) a male and b) has no working male parts left. But, it happened.

Cena’s offspring was this cute miniature of him, but it was a female puppy. Everyone that I was kidnapped with was adamant that the dog be named something from the 60’s. So, we came up with the name Libby. Again…huh? Not sure how Libby relates to the 60’s.

\So, the rest of the dream focused on this cute little puppy named Libby. Not sure why we were kidnapped, or that anything ever happened to us. The main purpose of this dream was Libby at that point.

Such an odd dream. Wonder what it means? Am I destined to have another cocker spaniel named Libby? Or, is Cena destined to have a sex change? Either way, both are pretty far out there!