I had a dream the other night, that I had moved out of my apartment, and my rabbit, Flora, had ended up in an animal shelter. In my dream I had raced back to the animal shelter, demanding to find her. The manager kept showing me rabbits, and none of them were her. I described her--she is a white bunny with brown spots. She has floppy ears. He then took me to a rabbit that looked like Flora, except her spots were gray. I really wanted it to be Flora, but I knew that it wasn't her--the spots were too light. Then he took me to another bunny who had brown spots, but some of the fur was extremely long and in patches. "She looks different, he explained, since she hadn't had proper care." Again I wanted to believe it was her, and that perhaps she just looked a bit raggedy from being in the shelter. But this rabbit had blue eyes, and I knew Flora's were brown. "It's not her!" I insisted.
We went to the lower level, the basement of where I used to live. And to my surprise, Flora came running, bounding towards me, like she used to do when I had been gone for a long time--or if she thought I had food. She used to run around my legs. I was so, so happy to see her and she was happy to see me, and I pet her fur. In my mind I decided I would take her back with me, but somehow I knew she would resist. I didn't care. I picked her up, making sure to hold her as hard as I could. I knew she would bite me, and she did. It drew blood but I wouldn't let go, I was determined to bring her home with me. In real life, Flora never had her front teeth--she couldn't bite. But in my dream she could. I struggled to take her back, but I guess she wasn't meant to come back home with me.
I woke up feeling, panicked, like I had to see Flora right away--I almost threw off the cover to run to the animal shelter to find her. Then I remembered, slowly, that she had died three years ago.
Whenever I go away from home for a long time, I always have a dream that one of my pets ends up in an animal shelter and I have to go find them. Or that something happens to a family member. Typically, the dream is that I come home, to find that someone decided to give my dog Sandy away while I was gone, and I run from shelter to shelter trying to find her, or to figure out who adopted her while I was gone. I usually wake up panicked and call home right away to make sure that they are okay. It has been four months since I've been home, but it feels like a long time to me. With my current job situation, it's hard to take vacation since I get paid for the vacation days that I don't take--and if my contract ends in June, then I potentially have a lot of time to spend at home.
Usually with those dreams, I'm relieved to wake up. This one I felt rather sad, because at least in the dream I was potentially able to take Flora home with me. I had considered getting another rabbit, but New York is a difficult place to raise pets--my studio is so small, that it would smell if I had any sort of pet. Additionally, I travel so often that it would be hard to find someone to care for them. I don't even know if I will be staying in the US for long term.
I look at dogs walking on the street, and always try to urge them with whatever psychic powers I might have to come towards me so I can play with them. It never really works, except occasionally on puppies.
We went to the lower level, the basement of where I used to live. And to my surprise, Flora came running, bounding towards me, like she used to do when I had been gone for a long time--or if she thought I had food. She used to run around my legs. I was so, so happy to see her and she was happy to see me, and I pet her fur. In my mind I decided I would take her back with me, but somehow I knew she would resist. I didn't care. I picked her up, making sure to hold her as hard as I could. I knew she would bite me, and she did. It drew blood but I wouldn't let go, I was determined to bring her home with me. In real life, Flora never had her front teeth--she couldn't bite. But in my dream she could. I struggled to take her back, but I guess she wasn't meant to come back home with me.
I woke up feeling, panicked, like I had to see Flora right away--I almost threw off the cover to run to the animal shelter to find her. Then I remembered, slowly, that she had died three years ago.
Whenever I go away from home for a long time, I always have a dream that one of my pets ends up in an animal shelter and I have to go find them. Or that something happens to a family member. Typically, the dream is that I come home, to find that someone decided to give my dog Sandy away while I was gone, and I run from shelter to shelter trying to find her, or to figure out who adopted her while I was gone. I usually wake up panicked and call home right away to make sure that they are okay. It has been four months since I've been home, but it feels like a long time to me. With my current job situation, it's hard to take vacation since I get paid for the vacation days that I don't take--and if my contract ends in June, then I potentially have a lot of time to spend at home.
Usually with those dreams, I'm relieved to wake up. This one I felt rather sad, because at least in the dream I was potentially able to take Flora home with me. I had considered getting another rabbit, but New York is a difficult place to raise pets--my studio is so small, that it would smell if I had any sort of pet. Additionally, I travel so often that it would be hard to find someone to care for them. I don't even know if I will be staying in the US for long term.
I look at dogs walking on the street, and always try to urge them with whatever psychic powers I might have to come towards me so I can play with them. It never really works, except occasionally on puppies.
