Talk:Smile Dog/@comment-26287782-20150407145540

I read this yesterday and ended up having a dream that night. I was in a deserty area with shrubs and it was a bluish night. I had my girlfriend with me, because I was "afraid of the wild dogs" in the area. My no-nonsense girlfriend went, "See, there's no dogs out here."

Then my eyes caught movement. I pointed into the distance and, sure enough, a dog was there. However, it started off as the kind of dog from that Doge meme. As it came closer, it turned into a husky. It stopped right in front of me and cocked its head. I think it was wagging its tail. For some reason, I stopped, thinking this interaction was important.

Then it began talking in my head, "They used to feed me all the time, but then they just left. I miss them."

Sounds a bit ominous, right? Except the voice in my head was kind of goofy, so I didn't worry about it. The dog ended up turning around and bounding away, again, a bit goofily.

Later in the dream, I remember feeling bad for the dog and thinking, "I should find him a new owner." And, for some reason, I thought he'd be the perfect dog for a cunning businessman, because they were so similar. (I don't know any businessmen, let alone cunning businessmen. Not sure why my dream-self thought the dog was cunning, either.)

When I woke up, I didn't remember smile.dog immediately. I hadn't thought of the creepypasta, at all, when falling asleep or just before bed. But, for some reason, I couldn't just roll over and go back to sleep. My heart was pounding. There was something I needed to remember. When I finally recalled smile.dog, my anxiety went into overdrive while my pragmatism chalked the dream up to my subconscious.

But, you know, I should probably spread the word about the dream. He is hungry, after all.