Dreamt that I got a dog. I was rather pleased about it, in spite of my (real-life) deep aversion to dogs. It was small and slightly shaggy, but not too much so; it was friendly and cute without being too exuberant. I don't know where it came from.
For two days I kept it in my room, and was pleased that I remembered to give it plenty of water. After about two days, though, I realized I hadn't given it any food. It was looking a bit worse for wear. I decided to go out and get some dog food. First I just had to get ready to go out: find my wallet, pick a shop, and all that. And while I was looking for that stuff, some people came wanting to talk and cooed over the dog, and seemed to notice that it was a bit skinny. They said, "Are you feeding it?" I said, "Yes, just going now." They were taking my time but I wanted to go out and get the food right away. I shooed them out and then went back to getting ready to go out. Again some people came, and took my time, and again I was back to preparing to go out. This kept happening, this fretful cycle, until someone dropped a spoon in the kitchen and I was bolt-awake.