I'm in this apartment/house where I live with my parents (never been to the place IRL). It's getting a little late at night, at least around 11, and since we were all sleeping in the same room, we all go to bed. I tell my parents to go ahead, that I was going to gather our dogs and put them in a certain room (we don't have dogs IRL). We had 4 dogs - a mother and 3 puppies. They were all similar to Basset Hounds, but not quite like them, being somewhat taller and stronger-looking. I head through a nearby room and find myself in the kitchen. The place was divided - there was an area with an oven and sink, which was closed up by a metal door and a large window. There was plenty of space over this separation, so it would get a decent air flow.

I find one of the puppies here. It seems happy to see me, in a rather panicking way. It runs toward me and I pick it up to calm him/her down. I then put it on my shoulder, and it just stays there as I walk around. I look back inside and see another puppy and the mother. They also seemed scared, and were barking but staying inside, clearly wanting me to bring the others over. I look to the closed glass window from the separation and see another dog jumping at it. I open it, and like the first, I sling it over my other shoulder. It's time to leave the kitchen now. There's a door leading outside and a window, as well as a side room. I enter the side room and see a door leading outside.

I open it and find myself in a balcony that seems to go all the way around the house/apartment. The sun is either setting or coming up, despite the time from before. I see a dog walking on the balcony, a few feet away from me. I suddenly recognize him and an explanation plays on my mind. Turns out that dog was famous (he even had a name) and was pretty much known for being a MEAN, evil dog. It had a crazed faced that looked almost human. Its fur was patchy and was in an overall bad shape. He looked at me and spoke in a pirate-like snarl, pretty much repeating the memory I "heard". The dogs on my shoulders seem to be worried. I pull the door and head back in. I knew, through my memory, that he only showed up at that specific time of the day, and that he wasn't able to come in, so we only had to be careful not to leave during the "dangerous" hours. I fuddle a little with the lock but manage to come in and lock it.

The dream changes, and I'm in a shopping mall. There seems to be some kind of fair going on here. For some reason, I still have the dogs with me, but this time they are the three puppies. I'm wearing a jacket, and somehow I managed to fit the puppies in my pockets, with their heads coming out of them. At the same time, I was holding several plastic bags, as well as some food. I had some sort of thick jerky beef that looked like a salami. I remember briefly asking for directions, then walking around with all that stuff. It was kinda troublesome, but I managed to carry all that things around and still eat my jerky. At the end of it, I let the dogs nibble at it.