A dream I had a dream the other night. I was walking down the forest trail and came across the bag. I reached inside and my hand touched something soft and fluffy. Being scared I jerked my hand away. Then I looked inside and saw a little, weak, black-coloured puppy. It had white chest and curly fur. It was so feeble and helpless. I couldn't bring it home because I've already had two dogs and it would be very difficult to take care of one more dog because of financial issues and I lacked proper conditions for fostering the pet. But also I couldn't let it die from hunger and cold. With tears rolling from my eyes I took it with me. I can't recall what I was dreaming about the next moment. The next scene was that the grown-up puppy was playing with my dogs in my yard. He was so active and cheerful. I played with them and each of us was happy.