Dream

[ksmith]

Nasty little dreamlet this morning. It was nighttime. Not sure how old I was–I felt like an adult, but I still had Tiger, the long-haired chihuahua we had when I was little. I opened the front door, and saw a pack of dogs? coyotes? walking down the street in front of my house, shadowy figures in the dark. Next thing I knew, Tiger dashed outside and took off after them. I ran after him, tried to get him before the other dogs did–I assumed they would see him as a snack instead of another dog. I was still hunting for him when I woke up.

Happy Tuesday.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

Comments

[technomage.livejournal.com]

You will miss King very much when he's gone. It is hard to have beloved ones with such short life spans. We can only believe we know what happens after death; faith, no matter how strong, is not evidence. Will the afterlife greet and welcome us, or eat our souls? Be strong and play well the hand you've been dealt, there is no true option. (hugs)

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

It didn't help that we lost Tiger due to an accident. Another pup gone before his time.

I pondered that dream for a bit, and wondered if it might have been triggered by King. Bloody brain. It makes the damnedest associations, and doesn't waste a thing.