mellowtigger | a mixture of dreams (Reply)

I was intending to write today about Minneapolis news from this week, but I had a series of dreams last night. I guess I'll write again tomorrow instead.

Fair warning, this dream entry is far more disjointed than usual. I'm sure it was a series of interrupted dreams, but I'm not certain about the chronological sequence here.

I'm resting on a porch overlooking a large park. petting my cat Hope. A dog approaches from far away in the park. It looks like Dominic approaching. It is, and he's very excited to see me. He ran away from home to find me? That was a long trip.
It's daytime. I'm walking with an unknown social group on a busy/wet sidewalk. We're jumping across large puddles of water after recent rains. I don't know the group or its destination. I think at this point we're walking together as a coincidence.
I see a nice cat at a dry resting spot. i don't know the colors, but its fur is a mottled pattern, not a striped one. The group seems to recognize it.
I'm on a bus now? I don't know why I'm still with the group. Somehow, I'm now a temporary honorary member, joining them on their city adventure.
I'm not with the group any more. I'm in a massive movie theater complex, leaving after watching a movie. (I don't know which movie). There are other people leaving with me. One of them detours to the restroom (my mother maybe? I can't actually see her.) The others exit ahead of me.
I exit the theater, alone now. I'm at the street corner waiting for a bus maybe? That group is here again. It's night, but the corner is well lit.
I need to bag to put my somethings in? My arms are full trying to hold them, whatever they are. I didn't have them when I exited the theater. I find some paper bags at the corner, so I open one up to my stuff into it.
Turns out, these bags were "reward" items for the people at the end of their group adventure. I'm using someone's bag. :( Luckily, it was for someone who didn't join the group today on their adventure, so it's okay for me to use it.
I pet the cat again, somewhere else not the theater and in daylight?

No significance to any of it that I can discern. Well, except for Dominic. Apparently Thursday's dog poop joke caused those memories to surface.