I don’t really have a clear semblance of context for this dream. I was in an area that resembled a hiking trail I’ve been on in New Paltz, except it was a beach with sandy, underground caves. The impression I’m under is that there was some sort of contest or competition going on, and there was some sort of time limit. There were several other people involved, some of whom were helping me, others were working against me. We were running around on this mountain-beach, trying to save dogs from the caves. One dog in particular stood out: a golden retriever with no mouth where it was supposed to be. His mouth was on his head, between his ears. It was also vertical instead of horizontal. He was more intelligent than the other dogs, and mainly served as my helper in figuring out with the caves were safe.