Fabulous, please

My dreams last night were typical: a rabid dog was growling at me, chewing on me. I was attempting to escape both the dog and its master... a man who I didn't recognize. He was the head of the family in a home where I had sought refuge. I had had to leave my home earlier in the dream due to bad weather and criminal activity (baddies were moving through the neighborhood). I ran and ran, finding a home, seemingly, removed from danger. Inside there was much commtion as to where to hide me, because the daddy was coming home. When finally he arrived I was forced from my hiding place and running down the long gravel drive. That's when the dog happened upon me. Growling and chewing.
I ended up running through backyards, and trying to hide among shrubs. I came upon an apartment building built inside a tree. I stepped inside the door and stood very still, hoping the young female tenants wouldn't notice me and call the police. I then pretended to be one of them, and almost fooled them. Off running again, I found myself inside a kiosk, trying to blend in with the foreign men laughing over coffee and newsprint. Found out again, and my running continues. There is a man who wants to rescue me; I know him only as Canuck.
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Last night I went to a poetry reading. It was fabulous. Lee Upton was one of the featured poets, as was the local poet Lynnel Jones. Both women were supreme. I was incredibly excited to be offered the chance to read upon the same stage as them. It was a wonderful and warm crowd, and I felt so kindly received. A great evening, and of course, my baby - husband, people have actually asked, "oh, how old is your baby?" "36..." I offer, a bit sheepish - beaming in the audience made it
all the more thrilling and rewarding.
Today/tonight there are more poetry readings at a local literary/music festival. It's so great to move among this crowd.