I remember a Labrador that followed me around in a middle school. In the school’s gymnasium, some company had set up a tent (yes, under the roof of the gymnasium) for some salespeople, and a small electric autonomous car was moving around the room, looking for random people, then “attaching” itself to them and following them around. The car was called Dash 9, just like the diesel locomotive in Microsoft Train Simulator. When a student told me that Dash 9 was in the gymnasium, I got hella excited, like it was some super famous brand that blessed us by coming here for a demo.

I went into some sort of small cafeteria, which was closed, but the doors were unlocked. It was dark inside, and I went behind the counter, opened a large drawer and grabbed a slice of some pie. I looked around for a lemon pie unsuccessfully. Under a countertop in the back was a shelf completely full of WD-40 tins.

I then remember going outside through a glass door that led directly to a concrete sidewalk, just like how I would usually exit an office where I used to work at. There was a small group of students there. By habit, after putting my right hand into my pocket, I grabbed the remote control I have in there and pressed its button. This remote triggers traffic signals to make them emit sounds to tell blind pedestrians when to cross, and are normally either very expensive or obtainable only with a disability card, but I got one anyway. In this dream, two people heard the small beep of the remote and showed me their own remotes. One of them was someone I met at a wedding recently. Everyone then went on their way, and the group separated.

I found myself now alone, with the doggo still with me. I was trying to think of a way to get it to stop following me. I noticed it did not have a collar. I started to run, without really thinking about where to go to head to my house or some other safe location, and quickly stopped when I realized the dog would outrun me anyway. I started imagining various ideas to get rid of it that mostly involved some very mean and dangerous acts against the dog. One of those was to jump through a window in a room a few floors above the ground, stay standing on the small space between the window and the wall, and have the dog either jump towards the ground or get right on my side, at which point I could quickly jump back into the room and close the window to trap the dog outside. The window was set up just like the windows on the top floor of my grandparents’ house.