2012-01-12 06:57:02 +0000 #1
...my dreams are often like 'punk lizard demons playing angry tennis using my tiny squashed screaming head as a ball, while loved ones in the crowd spontaneously combust'.....(powerless nightmare type things)
last night was different
I was asleep in my dream and I woke up in my dream and I had to get ready for a class at college and so I prepare to do so. I notice I have two dogs with me. One is a big friendly capable self assured good looking dog, and this is the dog I will take with me because she is a cool dog and I don't need to worry about her.
Meanwhile my other dog, poor little white thing with matted fur I can't even see it's face, this doggy is miserable and vulnerable and so very quiet and suddenly I am worried about this doggy and briefly wonder about it's state of affairs.
This motivates me to take them both outside and the big dog, she is fine in the yard....the little one looks even more miserable in the daylight and I notice has a limp real bad and is not the slightest bit interested in checkin' things out...runnin' about the place, but I can see 'it's' been out here before cos there's a torn quilt thats been dragged about the place and I just know for sure it was the little doggy.
But I am deeply concerned now...watching it limp and I still cannot see it's face and I just know it needs me to help it. I insist I promise myself to walk the little doggy immediately when I get home...then I panic if even I have a leash and collar because this doggy will need it..and I remember it's under the couch.
Anyway back inside now and big dog, she is fine, and I am aware I am meant to be at class half hour earlier than normal, but I am disturbed and tired and glancing one more time at little doggy I swear on my freakin' life (just quietly)...I must get my clippers and shave that godamn matted fur off.
I fall asleep again in my dream and wake in my dream shortly after and decide I won't make the earlier time and in-fact I aint goin' at all and it's ok...I don't have to. I sit up and I cannot move my arms..I am wrapped about my body, weaved and matted with white fur!
I calmy but with determination begin to tear the fur away from my body and it's on tight but I continue until I have this real big clump of white fur in my hand, and I am pleased and while standing up I notice my little doggy is playing about all happy and clean, no limping and he is actually a cute brown colour.
I wake up relaxed
just thought I would share that..I kinda got an idea what it means.
any thoughts?
last night was different
I was asleep in my dream and I woke up in my dream and I had to get ready for a class at college and so I prepare to do so. I notice I have two dogs with me. One is a big friendly capable self assured good looking dog, and this is the dog I will take with me because she is a cool dog and I don't need to worry about her.
Meanwhile my other dog, poor little white thing with matted fur I can't even see it's face, this doggy is miserable and vulnerable and so very quiet and suddenly I am worried about this doggy and briefly wonder about it's state of affairs.
This motivates me to take them both outside and the big dog, she is fine in the yard....the little one looks even more miserable in the daylight and I notice has a limp real bad and is not the slightest bit interested in checkin' things out...runnin' about the place, but I can see 'it's' been out here before cos there's a torn quilt thats been dragged about the place and I just know for sure it was the little doggy.
But I am deeply concerned now...watching it limp and I still cannot see it's face and I just know it needs me to help it. I insist I promise myself to walk the little doggy immediately when I get home...then I panic if even I have a leash and collar because this doggy will need it..and I remember it's under the couch.
Anyway back inside now and big dog, she is fine, and I am aware I am meant to be at class half hour earlier than normal, but I am disturbed and tired and glancing one more time at little doggy I swear on my freakin' life (just quietly)...I must get my clippers and shave that godamn matted fur off.
I fall asleep again in my dream and wake in my dream shortly after and decide I won't make the earlier time and in-fact I aint goin' at all and it's ok...I don't have to. I sit up and I cannot move my arms..I am wrapped about my body, weaved and matted with white fur!
I calmy but with determination begin to tear the fur away from my body and it's on tight but I continue until I have this real big clump of white fur in my hand, and I am pleased and while standing up I notice my little doggy is playing about all happy and clean, no limping and he is actually a cute brown colour.
I wake up relaxed
just thought I would share that..I kinda got an idea what it means.
any thoughts?
