So in my dream, my doggy Ashley is, for some inexplicable reason that I'm sure therapists would have a field day trying to interpret, a DUDE named Ashley.
So the dude named Ashley runs up to me excitedly and says, "Nick! Nick! Where do you go when you're not here?!"
"To work," I reply, and give him a piece of the muffin that I'm eating.
He eats it enthusiastically. "Oh!" he exclaims. "Do you like it there?! Are there lots of old people there?!"
"Well... my dad works there," I say (even though he doesn't in real life).
"Oh!" he exclaims. "What do you do there?!"
"I edit articles. You know what an article is, don't you?" He nods enthusiastically. "Well, I make sure there are no typos, no spelling errors, and so on," I explain.
"Oh!" His attention shifts and he points excitedly at a leaf. "What's that? What's that?"
"It's a leaf," I tell him.
"Oh!!" And just before I wake up, he exclaims, "It's like you humans say -- I opened my eyes, and now I see!"