So I do believe getting more sleep did the trick. I also would have posted this sooner, except I woke up late and have only just now had time to post.
Thankfully I can usually remember most of my dream for the day.
I lived in a sketchy neighborhood and Owen Wilson was my friend and he was helping me house sit. For some reason he appears in my dreams frequently. I don't know why since I don't find him particularly attractive or interesting, but I digress...
I had a pet Great Dane puppy who was brown with a dark muzzle and was trying to get into everything. The apartment I lived in and was watching was full of old, fragile stuff. The dog was running through the apartment breaking things and making me very angry and very stressed.
Then we had to leave to bring the dog somewhere else so he wouldn't ruin everything in the apartment.
When Owen Wilson and I got back the house had been robbed. Everything was gone. I mean EVERYTHING. I started crying because I knew I would be in huge trouble. Owen was trying to calm me down and thought maybe we could find someone who saw something. The only people around were a bunch of Taiwanese people who didn't speak much (if any) English and were doing some weird ritual where they were pulling out their teeth (maybe as a test to show their manliness or something).
In any case, Owen tried talking to them, with no avail, and came back with no more information than he had left with. I continued to freak out and cry. Then the dog came back, even though we had tied him to a tree or fence or something, to keep him out of the house. He went in and started smelling around, then ran out of the apartment barking.
Then I woke up.
I guess the dog had the robbers' scent and was following it. There was also a lot more details in that, but after a day of classes that is all I can remember.
Better than nothing though.
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