A dream.. A message?
I don't remembr my dreams... hardly ever. I can't forget this one from last night.
There was a dog.. a puppy of a small breed (this is odd because I generally favor large breeds). But he was precious and he loved me and I carried him a lot, he slept in my arms. Somehow, it felt as if he healed me in some way.. comforted me, was not a burden but was 'right' for me to have. He loved me unconditionally and I loved him.
People ridiculed me for liking such a small dog. Told me it was too much to take on dog-ownership given my current circumstances (bad shape financially and mentally).
But I apparently only had the dog as a 'trial', maybe a foster? Dunno.
There was a man, no face. He protected me, cared for me. He said I should get the dog and make him mine.
I called the dog's owner and told them I wanted to buy/adopt him. They said he had been promised to an organization that would train him in the care (mental and physical) of vets returning from the war. I couldn't have him and I couldn't be angry about why.
The man disappeared, was just gone. I cried about the dog, not the man. People said it was for the best that I didn't get the dog. No one ever mentioned the man. I said, "Yes. It is for the best. But I will probably keep looking and, for various reasons, not getting one. Until I do get one and it will be wrong one."
I woke up crying and had a panic attack in bed.
What does it mean?
There was a dog.. a puppy of a small breed (this is odd because I generally favor large breeds). But he was precious and he loved me and I carried him a lot, he slept in my arms. Somehow, it felt as if he healed me in some way.. comforted me, was not a burden but was 'right' for me to have. He loved me unconditionally and I loved him.
People ridiculed me for liking such a small dog. Told me it was too much to take on dog-ownership given my current circumstances (bad shape financially and mentally).
But I apparently only had the dog as a 'trial', maybe a foster? Dunno.
There was a man, no face. He protected me, cared for me. He said I should get the dog and make him mine.
I called the dog's owner and told them I wanted to buy/adopt him. They said he had been promised to an organization that would train him in the care (mental and physical) of vets returning from the war. I couldn't have him and I couldn't be angry about why.
The man disappeared, was just gone. I cried about the dog, not the man. People said it was for the best that I didn't get the dog. No one ever mentioned the man. I said, "Yes. It is for the best. But I will probably keep looking and, for various reasons, not getting one. Until I do get one and it will be wrong one."
I woke up crying and had a panic attack in bed.
What does it mean?