2 Tonight . . . .

First one was I was sitting in a bedroom, mine I suppose, and the woman I met in Madisonville that had the puppies walked in and tossed a puppy on my bed, giving it to me as a surprise.  I was happy but mortified because the house had not been cleaned up.  But she didn't mind.  Later on I was walking around and another puppy came out from under a table.  She had given me two.

Then I woke, went to look for my dog, and came back to bed and dreamt that the prison (we live just over a mile behind one) had sent inmates out to do work around our house and two of them kept peeking in my window.  I was still in my nightgown.  I closed the blinds on one window and closed curtains on another then called the warden to tell him these men were not behaving, so they sent them back to their prison cells.  I felt uneasy.