Dog stew and dreams of Awana / frizzy toilet paper

I remember recent discussions about those hilarious Mario games we found at Nathan's place... titles like MARIO DIAPER are kinda weird, haha. Last night, we were discussing Jessica's dog Muffin and how much of a pain it is to clean up after her, particularly after she pooped on the couch. So my siblings and I took the "raw dog" joke to new extremes: we told Mom that she could get a dog like Muffin, but then we'd use it as raw dog / cooked dog / dog stew / dog soup (the bones would lend it plenty of flavor!) / whatever else we thought of. No, of course we don't advocate that in real life... it was just to mess with Mom, mwahahahaha. (I saw a Westfalia van yesterday: it was kinda like Phil's, only not really since Phil's is blue and this one was reddish!)

As usual, I had a weird dream which somehow involved Awana / purple duotangs / crowds of kids needing to be controlled / Sarah, Mary, and other leaders / showing Auntie Ping where the Royal Bank was across the street from the church. Then the scene switched to my room in the Rosehill Drive house, where I was sharing a bunk bed with my sister. My dad came in to wake us up at 6:30 AM, and of course we wouldn't stir. Then he went in again a few minutes later... we groaned at getting up that early, but we did. Somehow, we got the impression that we had to run and hide from him, so we chose the nearest bathroom. It had two toilets, a sink, and a shower: our brother was in it at the time and kinda freaked out. The Purex toilet paper came in yellow / purple / maroon, and had instructions on how to de-frizz it by using cotton balls on its surface before doing what you'd normally do with it. Very insane dream...