 |
| Clawdia |
on Sat 9 Jan 10, 1:10 PM to Clawdia's blog.
This morning I had a very vivid dream, and despite being woken several times by text messages and hungry persistent cats, I was able to close my eyes and return to exactly the spot where I left off... It is crystal clear for me to interpret, in the light of recent events; but I thought I'd share it anyway as I know it will make at least one if not several others smile...
I'm a cat person, but I've always wanted a big dog; two in fact. Despite their separation anxieties I want Weimaraners - one liver and one chocolate coloured. Good bloodlines, strong temperament, beautiful, large, sleek and shiny creatures with gentle eyes. "...used by Royalty for hunting large game..."
In my dream we (myself and a 'shadowed Domly type') went to the animal rescue home in Windsor with the intention of seeing what animals were available, not bringing anything home immediately but 'checking the water' so to speak. Upon arrival the 'home' was more like a Garden of Eden with animals (mainly dogs) roaming freely and co-existing harmoniously. We noticed immediately that some of the animals had wings of varying sizes and shades. Obviously this struck me as very bizarre but upon reflection, those with the wings appeared to be the older or more seemingly sick animals. It became clear that the closer to deaths door these animals were, the bigger and brighter their wings became.
The Domly one disappeared to find assistance and almost instantly a little wire haired Cairn Terrier appeared, nuzzling at my feet quietly. He was a scrawny sickly thing, black and grey but with big doting eyes and huge off-white wings. Crouching to talk to him he laid his head across my chest, whimpering gently, huge eyes begging. When the Domly one returned with an employee we were told that the little mutt had had a creature living inside him for years, eating him from the inside, he was in constant pain and probably wouldnt survive the next winter. There was no question, however, that this poor creature was to come home with us, that I would shower him with as much love and attention as he was already displaying to me. He had adopted me instantly, and I would do the same for him, however long it was destined to last.
Arriving home, the dog almost immediately launched into an almighty coughing fit, his whole body heaving and lurching. Terrified, I ran for the Domly one (I have a severe phobia to vomit and this creature was clearly about to regurgitate something). Burying my head against the Domly ones chest, all we could do was wait. The poor mutt made the most gruesome noises as his contorted body was wracked with pain, but eventually he spewed a great mess all over the lawn... In the sticky mess of gore and gutts that exploded from the dog, a large worm-like creature howled and then burst into flames... in another moment the dog's wings darkened, shrivelled and broke off turning to dust on the grass, and he lept into my arms, licking my face excitedly. The 'evil' had gone and later visits to the vet revealed that the dog was no longer in pain and was expected to live a long and happy life...
There was more, but it was the 'happily ever after' stuff that happens in fairy tales... the stuff that in real life makes others heave but leaves those it's relevant to with the sweetest of smiles, so I will leave it there, and put it out there for others to share and interpret as they will. As I mentioned at the start though, it's very clear for me to find meaning in this.
An interesting way to start the weekend...
Edited Sat 9 Jan 10, 1:53 PM by Clawdia
| 9 Jan 10, 1:22 PM beestinglips 4 yrs |
My twopenneth: You've been ignoring and neglecting something of importance, perhaps concentrating too much on things that ultimately, give more pain than pleasure. Oh, I know, rather simplistic for a dream full of symbolism! The doctor is in. | |
| 9 Jan 10, 1:30 PM stormywaters PT, 4 yrs |
You are a meany teasy. Whats it mean then? Beautiful story in its own right, quite apart from being a dream. My object all sublime... Edited 9 Jan 10, 1:35 PM by stormywaters | |
| 9 Jan 10, 1:35 PM stormywaters PT, 4 yrs |
Ok here's what it means. You have spent years doing your regular shop in a supermarket. Then you discovered the goods had wings: they could be ordered from Tesco online. But you have a fear that the ones with wings are all close to their sell by date and you can only get the younger, healthier goods if you shop personally. After that your dream goes wrong and loses the plot. It's not my fault. My object all sublime... | |
| 9 Jan 10, 1:36 PM Clawdia UK(CR), 7 yrs |
LMAO.... nutjob!!!
"...They say that life is tit for tat, and thats the way I live. So I deserve a lot of tat for what I've got to give..." -Chicago- | |
| 9 Jan 10, 2:04 PM Corwin UK(L), 11 yrs |
I wasn't looking for you, I didn't expect to find you,. I didn't know you would be there or that you would even see me, but I immediately I felt something change. I knew I didn't meet any of the criteria you wanted, that I wasn't what you were looking for, but that didn't matter, I wanted to get to know you. You welcomed me to you and I felt a spark there, you captured my mind. I felt safe with you ,not in a physical sense, in an emotional sense, I knew you wouldn't hurt me. The more we spoke the more that I felt a bond with you. Then last week, meeting you, talking, touching, it was like an outer shell had been shattered. The barriers had been breached, and just crumbled away leaving me open and exposed to you, vulnerable. But I didn't feel vulnerable, I felt cherished and wanted. DELUSIONS - There is no greater joy than soaring high on the wings of your dreams, except maybe the joy of watching a dreamer who has nowhere to land but in the ocean of reality | |
| 9 Jan 10, 2:58 PM stormywaters PT, 4 yrs |
Oh that is so nice. So not about sausage roll sell by dates after all? Life is full of surprises. My object all sublime... | |
| 9 Jan 10, 9:39 PM CookieMonster UK, 6 yrs |
I think it implied your the vessel for the spawn of satan. Burning wings and upchucking demonic things. Veritatis simplex oratio est. Seneca, Roman Statesman Ca. 65 A.D. The language of truth is simple. | |
| 10 Jan 10, 12:13 PM Clawdia UK(CR), 7 yrs |
LOL, you would!!!
"...They say that life is tit for tat, and thats the way I live. So I deserve a lot of tat for what I've got to give..." -Chicago- |
