I don't remember the beginning of my dream, though I suppose you never do. I know who he was, and I know who he was supposed to be, and I know that he shouldn't have been to me what he portrayed in the dream. It was simply him and myself for the longest, until, I assume she was, his sister showed up. The rest of his supposed family filtered in, increasingly, as the dream progressed. There was a lot of attention being focused on me and I was supposed to be trying to find a leash to bring his dog, a blue striped pit, for a walk. The dog in my dream was exactly like the one I saw at the vet a week or so ago. Gorgeous, lovely dog. I dug for the leash in a box in his room. I made a mess of everything without trying to and the more I tried to make it better, the worse it got. I never found the leash nor finished the dream because someone woke me, but it lingers with me today.