I've forgotten several dreams which has annoyed me.
Last night we were walking along the Rye river when we heard a horn up ahead. There was a dog running across water attacking something in the water. It sounded horrible. There was a small crowd. We got closer and saw that in the water were puppy tadpoles, and that the dog killing them was to control numbers.
On the way inside, David had a conversation with Woody Allen about hunting. They both agreed there must be other ways to control the numbers.