The Power of a Dream?

"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?