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I just had the worst nightmare. I was in Virginia Beach with my parents, and we had Maxx and Buddy (Tommy's dog) with us. For some reason it was the end of the world, so everyone in the vicinity was scrambling to create a makeshift bomb shelter. I hid the dogs in a good spot, and ran to find my own hiding place. When I come back to check, the dogs are gone. I made friends with a Filipino actor that I've never ever seen in my life, who most likely doesn't exist, and his wife. I tell them to call me if they see the dogs. We try to exchange numbers, but the phones began to screw up. It was weird, I think I had a Blackberry in my nightmare. The only hiding places were left were inside of the circular clothing racks in department stores. I find a place and begin to hide. The sky starts rumbling, and then I decided that I should go look for the dogs. I see a black Chevy Monte Carlo with a modified engine (the car looked like a piece of shit) begin to pull out of the area and I spot Maxx inside. I start yelling at the car to stop as it came to a red light, but it kept speeding. I had to chase the car for blocks until it reached a neighborhood. I spot the house it pulled in to, and the car drives past me again. I begin to yell at it, but I walk towards the house. The people standing around were your typical trailer trash rednecks, and they ask what happened to me. I tell them I just chased after that car, and it was a nice car. I notice that they had a bunch of dogs already, and smooth dachshund on a lawn chair. I cut to the chase and ask them if someone had brought over a long hair dachshund wearing a red bandanna. I tell them that's my dog, and they begin to put up a fight. I told them that someone let the dogs loose, and I'm just trying to get him back so I can end this nightmare. A daughter who appeared to be older than me tells me that she lost a Pomeranian, and never got it back. I tell her that's unfortunate, but that's my freakin' dog inside. I start to call Maxx, and he rolls over for a belly rub as always. I pick him up, and start babying him so I can start running with him in my arms. For some reason David Meneses was there, and he starts to defend me by saying that rightfully I deserve to take this dog home. Then he starts plotting, but saying that I could give him a ride back home while I was still holding Maxx. The rednecks started rambling, and the daughter tells him, "It doesn't matter, she's not leaving here with that dog no matter what." Someone said something about me being able to come back next week to pick him up, and I yell that I'm not coming back for anything, because I'm taking Maxx home. David and I begin to run, and we made it back to the department store. I find that my original hiding place was taken up by an elderly woman, so I let her have it. I find another one within my parents' range, and I hold Maxx for dear life as we hide. After that I woke up. Crazy stuff!