I was walking somewhere and there were two women walking and talking behind me. I don’t recall their words, though I did listen in on the conversation. What I remember is that one was glad that the other had come into her life to help her fix things.
I was walking on a ‘passerelle’ (could not think of the English word) and it was raining. I was holding, not an umbrella, but some kind of yellow canopy (sort of like the kind on parachutes). I seemed to be walking west.
On the roof of a building the two women go to a ‘lucarne.’ There, through the open window, they release a dog from a cage (this place is a laboratory). The dog, a black-and-brown German Shepherd, jumps past them and comes straight at me. I think, “Silly women, letting that dog loose.” As is often in my dreams, there is no emotion.
I had in my right hand what might be a shield. It was milky white, made of plastic, rectangular, about two feet wide and maybe four feet long. I could call it a grid, though it had no crossed ribs vertically, only ribs along its length, but very close together. The dog attacked twice, and twice I used the shield, and the dog simply yielded to it and went running back to the two women who were out of sight by now. It seemed to me that the dog was hungry.
Turning around I saw a fish market. Against a rail on the wall to the right were pieces of all kinds of fish. I expected the dog to come back at any moment, since here was the food he was hungry for.