Two dreams
Both dreams were very lucid and came to me in the morning. I have been sleeping in to shake a cold, so maybe that contributed to the clarity.
Dream 1
Thursday morning I dreamed that I was under threat. Two guys were around me asking me questions in a threatening way. Not Dick Cheney type torturers, but kind of gang bangers. I wasn't going to give them what they wanted. One of them put two pins into my pants leg and was about to slam down on them, into my thigh. I brushed them away. Then the one guy put two more on my arm. In the dream, the effect would be to drive them straight into the bone and crack it. I wasn't going to put up with that, so I woke up.
Dream 2
The next dream was much more welcome. I was at my friend Greg's house in Newton. He had to put down Tucker, his dog, awhle after I left Boston. I had put my dog Woby to sleep at age 14, before I left Boston in 2006.
In the dream I went upstairs in his house and got the dogs out of a room. Woby and Tucker's replacement, a male yellow lab about 10 months old, were happy and wagging their tails.
I went downstairs and there was a party forming. Woby came up and really threw herself at me, licking me in recognition that it had been a long time since she'd seen me. It was a great dream, very healing.
Dream 1
Thursday morning I dreamed that I was under threat. Two guys were around me asking me questions in a threatening way. Not Dick Cheney type torturers, but kind of gang bangers. I wasn't going to give them what they wanted. One of them put two pins into my pants leg and was about to slam down on them, into my thigh. I brushed them away. Then the one guy put two more on my arm. In the dream, the effect would be to drive them straight into the bone and crack it. I wasn't going to put up with that, so I woke up.
Dream 2
The next dream was much more welcome. I was at my friend Greg's house in Newton. He had to put down Tucker, his dog, awhle after I left Boston. I had put my dog Woby to sleep at age 14, before I left Boston in 2006.
In the dream I went upstairs in his house and got the dogs out of a room. Woby and Tucker's replacement, a male yellow lab about 10 months old, were happy and wagging their tails.
I went downstairs and there was a party forming. Woby came up and really threw herself at me, licking me in recognition that it had been a long time since she'd seen me. It was a great dream, very healing.