i had a dream about mister. we were walking with a friend i don't know who he had a little sandy dog but i don't see it and we were talking and then the friend i think it was him was driving a street sweeper on the asphalt walk and right over mister who lay down calmly between the wheels untouched he didn't even seem to notice. when he was young he had a rage as he aged he had remarkable calm and peace. why do we want to analyze dreams? our logic doesn't apply. they say what they have to say. we either get it or forget it.