I’m not sure when it started but it seems that I had dreamed this twice. I had a dog called Ruby. I was in Belawan, and to cover the soil, Mom planted some plants, which is not grass, kinda wierd and the plan sort of blossom, on the side it grows much higher, and in the middle it is sorter.
Then the dog, is trying to eat the flower. But the dog is so small and short that it can’t even reach the plant. Our neighbour told me that what the dog is after, the small flower at the end of the branch. So I plucked a few of it and fed it to Ruby.