Sep 08, 2007 22:39
I had a discussion with a friend about anxiety dreams and I realized that pretty much all my anxiety dreams involve my pets, generally the dogs. My most memorable ones happened soon after Daisy died. I would dream that she had not actually died but had been placed in a kennel and forgotten. And though I was desperate to go pick her up, I couldn't get there. Something was getting in the way.
The last case was a few days ago where my entire family for some reason decided to travel to France. And we also decided to take two cars and all our dogs with us. Much to the disgust of the French. After getting to the hotel, we decided to take the dogs for a walk on the beach, but I stayed back to do something. I soon sensed something was wrong and ran frantically to catch up with my family. When I arrived I found that a couple that owned a cafe on the beach thought our dogs were a nuisance and shot them. I tried my best to help them but it wasn't doing much good and Sticky was so bad that my parents were already digging a hole for her in the sand.
On a lighter note. I thought this was pretty funny. This is how I relieve my anxiety.