My dream from last night:

I am at a person's house after a funeral where everyone is stolid and dressed in suits or black dresses but don’t know who the funeral was for. The house was by the ocean. I am babysitting the pug dog and someone lets me know that the dog has run away. I look around in the yard and notice he is playing near a hole, like something that a prairie dog would climb into. It looks too small for him but he climbs into it. I run to pull him out but when I do the hole keeps expanding inside and when I reach what seems to be living matter it is the bald head of a man below who is a fisherman that is working in his garden with a yellow rain suit on.

I fall through the hole into his garden and notice that the fisherman has an open well by his feet that the pug might fall into. He quickly fixes it by sliding a manhole cover onto it after I plead in a panicked request for the safety of the pug. I see the pug and chase it down. For a moment I think I am in the clear and ready to return the pug but upon closer inspection I see that what I have found is not right. The animal is instead a wind-up animatronic crablike animal.

I talk with the fisherman as we walk to a strange restaurant. The fisherman tells me to talk to his friend who can pick me up and take me back to the house. On the call I don't know where I am so I identify the name of the restaurant, which is a dingy Maine clam shack with picnic tables for outdoor seats. He knows the intersection immediately. Something odd where burly men in orange prisoner jumpsuits are rustling around is going on in the main shack/restaurant room behind the torn screen doors. Apparently the shack is connected through a back wall to the Shawshank prison. I talk to one of the escaped prisoners about life.

Two white stretched cars pull into the parking lot, one an escalade and the other a Cadillac limo. My family including my mom, Lisa, and my father come out and my mom is complaining that she doesn't need such luxury and the bar in the escalade made her feel uncomfortable. The cars were purchased because of money from a large bet that my family had made on the Patriots winning the superbowl. The pug dog jumps out and I run to him to greet him relieved that he is still alive. I am overwhelmed both as a caretaker and a friend. I get emotional and start to cry.

I see through an aerial view that most of the town are escaped criminals from the local prison in either orange or blue jumpsuits streaming out through the clam shack. The town fades into a farm of orange and blue ants.