The Power of a Dream?
Aug. 13th, 2018 07:35 pm"Dreaming"... one of my favorite pastimes. I use the word often ... I experience dreams frequently ... mostly "to dream" is a positive, inspirational experience for me. My long time Live Journal name is MrDreamJeans (my older friends get the references); my blog is called "Dreams in a Drawer". Last evening, in an hour+ conversation with
bearfuz, Chip Prince, we talked about the necessity of continuing to pursue our dreams, our passions, to never give them up.
Following that conversation, overnight, I dreamt I adopted a homeless family. I had befriended two children, a young girl, her brother, then their mother and moved them into my home. It was a mostly happy dream, though there was an underlying sadness to it. But, it was also comforting. Perhaps, a subconscious wish for family? Or for me to be rescued?
Do animals dream? Have nightmares? The next morning, Georgie, who had been soundly asleep for a couple of hours suddenly ... and I mean suddenly ... sprang like a rocket to his feet and ran to the kitchen! I followed quickly thinking it was an emergency bathroom. Nope!
Instead, he'd run to his crate and was cowering in the back corner. When I knelt and reached in to pet him, he recoiled from my hand. As I continued to speak reassuringly to him, I slowly and gently resumed petting him. He offered what I can only characterize as a grateful look and calmed down. Post-traumatic puppy mill syndrome? The power of a dream?
Following that conversation, overnight, I dreamt I adopted a homeless family. I had befriended two children, a young girl, her brother, then their mother and moved them into my home. It was a mostly happy dream, though there was an underlying sadness to it. But, it was also comforting. Perhaps, a subconscious wish for family? Or for me to be rescued?
Do animals dream? Have nightmares? The next morning, Georgie, who had been soundly asleep for a couple of hours suddenly ... and I mean suddenly ... sprang like a rocket to his feet and ran to the kitchen! I followed quickly thinking it was an emergency bathroom. Nope!
Instead, he'd run to his crate and was cowering in the back corner. When I knelt and reached in to pet him, he recoiled from my hand. As I continued to speak reassuringly to him, I slowly and gently resumed petting him. He offered what I can only characterize as a grateful look and calmed down. Post-traumatic puppy mill syndrome? The power of a dream?
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Date: 2018-08-14 01:17 pm (UTC)You did the right thing by showing patience and concern. You helped your pup re-find the security you're providing. I expect because of your kindness and patience, this will happen less and less frequently.
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Date: 2018-08-14 10:19 pm (UTC)You are a kind man ...