I woke up the other morning in the middle of a bad dream. I’d been dreaming that someone had not only pulled my dog’s tail, but had pulled it OFF.
In my pre-dawn dream world, my poor Dexter, proud wagger of a lush and expressive plume, would forever have to live with this amputation. And so would I.
The closest interpretation I can find of my bad dream is this:
“To dream of an animal’s tail represents obstacles and aggravation in situations where peace was anticipated.”
Well, I DID spend time on Facebook. I’m open to other guesses you may have what this dream may mean.
I had trouble shaking the feeling of anger and fear I woke up with. I remained in a grumpy mood all day. #firstworldproblem
Do you remember your dreams? Which ones stay with you more — good dreams or bad dreams? Do you try to find meaning in the ones that stay with you?