In this one dream, I had wandered down to the cabaret bar --the first one I worked in. It was Christmas, so I was expecting a disgustingly out of hand celebration, but instead I found a dance for 5th and 6th graders in full swing. I was stunned, because I knew it made no sense to me. A young girl ran up to me, and I knew that I knew her, and that I had once had a (failed) relationship with her father, though she was not my biological daughter. My parting with her father had been an amicable one; there was no embarassment, only sorrow. As we spoke, the dance broke up and her father arrived. We went outside for a cigarette, and across the street from the hotel there was (in my dream) a public swimming pool that is actually a few blocks away. Of course, in my dream it seemed quite logical that it was only across the street.

As we stood outside,making small talk and watching people piling into cars, I noticed the smallest Scottish Terrier in the world (6 inches high, 8 inches long) at my feet. As we drew our attention to it, it crawled into a street level window above the swimming pool. There was a network of wires above the pool that the dog crawled along, and as we watched in amazement, all the people in the pool were oblivious to what was going on 40 feet above their heads. Then, the dog fell. We knew that no one had seen him fall into the pool, and simultaneously, we knew the dog would drown.

We ran to the front of the building and forced our way in. When we arrived at the poolside, several burly lifeguards tried to throw us out, but we were screaming about the dog. The next thing I knew, we were both in the pool, and everyone else was scrambling out. There was a lot of screaming.

Suddenly, (and this is another horrible recurring theme in my dreams) all the water drained out of the pool. This man and I were standing in what had been the deep-end, and when I looked up, there were several hundred people who had been displaced from the pool looking down at us and the lifeguards were shouting, I ran around in the puddles left in the deep-end and spotted what looked like a clump of hair. I picked it up, and it turned into a mobile of 12 teeny (2 inches long) Scottish Terriers, and they began to dance. Holding it high above my head, I looked up at the people around the edge of the pool, and no one would say anything.