dying dogs

i am a human being.

i do not wish to brag about the things that i can do.

i try to eat breakfast daily.

i don't want to be like you, whoever you are.

Last night I had a dream. From what I remember, it was me, Gianni, Geneva, and some random boy with blonde hair (RT?) going around other people's back yards for a zoo exhibit that we had heard of from somebody. We were looking over back fences to take a gander at all of the animals, but all I saw were dead dogs. Dead/dying/decomposing. Their skin was rotting and bloody. They were dead. 

But they weren't so dead when there came hoards of children running and screaming toward the animals, excited to play with them. We watched them commence playing with the bodies until the dogs came to life. So the dogs were zombie dogs, they still had wounds and were basically falling apart with visible bones and innards hanging here and there. But those dogs were so excited to see people. People that wanted to play with them. People that were kind and were not reluctant to interact with them, just because they were presumably "disgusting".

This dream didn't scare me, it wasn't a nightmare. But after thinking about it all day I get a little bit of insight, if I have gotten the idea that I was supposed to out of it.