Glenn Robinson knew he was dreaming because, in this particular dream, his shoes were made out of popsicle sticks. Not only did he not own any pairs of shoes fashioned from such an unusual material, but such shoes would be uncomfortable and unwieldy in real life. However, in the dream, they were just fine, so he walked through the serene meadow overflowing with purple and pink flowers without thinking too much about his footwear.
Soon, he came across a puppy frolicking among the tall grasses. The puppy was very happy to have a new playmate and bounded over to Glenn, barking excitedly. Glenn squatted down to pet the little dog, but it leaped into his arms instead. He laughed as the wiggling puppy tried to lick his face.
Since the whole thing was a dream, Glenn was not terribly surprised when the puppy started getting larger as he held it. Soon, it was too big to comfortably hold in just his hands, so Glenn cradled it in his arms while it grew. The dog noticed nothing amiss and continued to happily lick Glenn’s face.
But the size of the dog soon surpassed even Glenn’s ability to carry it in his arms. He set it down back in the grass and was somewhat bemused to see that the dog was rapidly becoming as tall as he was. He hoped that this dream wasn’t turning into one of those weird dreams that was almost nightmare-esque in its weirdness, but then he remembered the construction material of his footwear and decided that the dream was already plenty weird.
The dog was taller than Glenn now, and showed no signs of slowing its growth. When it tried to lick Glenn again, now having easier access to Glenn’s face, the dog’s tongue was large enough to cover Glenn’s entire face. “Careful now,” Glenn said after receiving a sticky faceful of dog saliva. But the dog wasn’t interested in heeding Glenn’s cautionary words; it stooped down to shower Glenn in doggy kisses that were more like doggy carwashes.
Glenn was tired of playing. He turned to run away, hoping the dog would be obedient enough to not give chase. But his popsicle-stick shoes were disintegrating among the flora of the meadow, and the pain in his feet was such that he could do nothing but stand there. The dog, now tall enough to block out the sun and cast a cold shadow over the landscape, barked happily. Its wagging tail sent gusts of wind blowing about.
Without warning, the dog lowered its head, but instead of licking Glenn with a tongue that was now twice the length of Glenn’s body, the dog opened its mouth and swallowed Glenn whole. Glenn screamed and thrashed around as he passed between the dog’s teeth and down its throat. It was pitch black, slimy, and way too hot. The unpleasant wetness filled Glenn’s body with a primal sense of revulsion.
“You are Big Dog now,” said a disembodied voice that sounded strangely like his father’s as Glenn felt his body start to disintegrate underneath the flood of canine digestive fluids.