Hello all!

I had a dream. I went to the Latin dance studio I attend but I brought my dog (I don't own one in real life). It was a hypoallergenic small dog. She was very docile and chill and she didn't bark a lot. But I felt extremely attached to her and didn't want to go anywhere without her. I also felt overly responsible for her well being. Almost like a helicopter parent. For whatever reason, I was responsible for handing out something at the dance studio to everyone but they all left and went from the studio to the grave yard near my house which was only walking distance or a super short driving distance. The grave yard was the one where all my family had been buried in real life and they were all standing around the area of the grave yard where my family was buried. I didn't realize that everyone left but when I went there, I realized that I forgot all the papers I needed to hand out and my dog. My dance teacher told me to just stay with the group and not worry about grabbing the handouts. One of the other students said to the dance teacher that the studio was only 3mins away and that I should go get them. I said that it's not even 3 mins away but instead 30seconds away. And then I said that I forgot my dog back at the studio as well and I needed to go back and I didn't want to be anywhere without the dog. He let me go back to the dance studio. So I left to go back to get the dog and my dad was there helping and so was my sister and then everyone else came back. I asked my sister to get the dog for me and bring it on a leash. I was needing to hand stuff out but I didn't know anyone's name so I was having a hard time handing the handouts to the correct people and it was taking a long time which was frustrating them but I couldn't find anyone's names that match the handouts that I needed to give out. It was just because I didn't know their names to know who gets what. And then I left and was walking the dog and it was running all over the place. I was trying to train it to walk beside me and I was just having to stop it from running around everywhere.

I had a second dream earlier that night:

Earlier I had a dream that I was with my mom in a room like we used to stay in when I was yonger. She and I were watching TV on her bed but the movie was a scary movie and it kept cutting to these really scary scenes that regarded toilets which was childhood fear of mine. And we kept trying to change it. But no matter how much we tried to change the TV, the movie wouldn't switch. So we just kept watching scary scenes. My dad was standing in the doorway watching this happen. He was mostly just observing.

Both dreams happened at night and the lighting outside was dark but the dance studio had bright warm lighting.