Dream Based Thoughts
I had a dream last night that I saw Jack, one of the many dogs that became part of my family over the years. He’d lost a leg when he was 6 or so, but in the dream, he was whole, young and happy. This is the second dream that I’ve had in which one of my dogs has been in, the previous being Hogan, who died in an epileptic fit many years ago, well after he had earned his grey beard. I’ve always thought that if there was some sort of positive afterlife, there must be dogs there. When I think about that in conjunction to thought that I was once told that I would die in my 33rd year, it makes me wonder if my psyche is setting me up for the actual event. Morbid, of course, however premonition of death has never specifically referred to a physical death, so much as a phoenix rebirth of one’s core self. Of course, one can only cross the bridges one comes to.