We moved into a 1920 themed house. It was small, in the middle of the road. Literally, someone built the house on the road and it was in the middle of a 1920s themed like town. Everyone there, seemed to be obsessed with the 1920s. I thought like, maybe it was roleplay. Maybe it was just something these people really enjoyed. It didn't bother me. Not until I took a walk after we moved in. I walked up on what seemed to be a hair salon, I stuck my face to the glass window like a kid because the door was locked. I kinda loved it, it was like a walk back in time. What I saw was 3 women, dressed like rich women from the 1920s and a man the same. They looked at me with disgust, like I was a hairy stank ass man. The lady dressed the nicest was smoking a long cigarette and she was sitting on a bar stool with her long legs peaking out of her huge pink fur coat. She had long pearl necklaces around her neck. I felt embarrassed and turned around and went back home. Outside of the salon place was a red and white striped pole. These people seemed to take this shit seriously, I guess I didn't look the part? 

I went back home and explored my new house more. I opened the wood shutter windows and moths flew out so I slammed it back shut like "fuck that shit" 😂 there was a fancy wooden fire place. Two stories, upstairs was a huge bathroom that was fit for the gods in 1920s, damn son. I moved in all my stuff and settled down. For some reason my boyfriend and I had a lot of sex in this house. He wanted it more, and he was kindof violent for some reason too. I didn't mind until he actually hurt my arm. So I got mad and I was like "wtf is wrong with you" and he got an attitude and rolled over. He was not himself, maybe it had something to do with the move, it was a major change so I gave him his space. 

Later on, he brought home a puppy. When he had said before that he hated dogs. Whatever, I got a damn puppy. I was excited and happy, there was a fenced in yard and a doggy door. I remember having to teach the puppy how to use a doggy door. 

One night the puppy went out and I had a bad feeling, I followed the puppy out and saw bigger dogs outside so I followed it. The dogs attacked my puppy and I kicked the shit out of them but they still really hurt the puppy. I was heart broken. It was dying. and when I'm dreaming I'm somehow aware of it. So my mind fixed the puppy... didn't make sense but whatever. This is only the beginning of the fucked up shit that happened in my dream and that was the only part my mind fixed for me.