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A Two Dog Night
Oct. 22nd, 2010 09:23 amI dreamed that the neighbor dog got out, and I kept him in our back yard for a while. I was joyously happy to be able to pet and hug the big white dog, instead of just feeding him a couple of doggy snacks between the planks of the fence, as I have been doing for a couple of weeks now.
In a later snatch of dreaming, this theme was picked up and expanded upon. I am outdoors and stirring myself up as if from a nap. The only sense that I can make of it, now that I’m awake, is that I was in the neighbor dog’s back yard pen, as though I had taken his place inside his little encampment, which is only missing razor wire on top to achieve that full concentration camp effect. Unlike the dog, though, I am able to get out, and when I return home, I see that the dog is now inside the house, and that Father has spread some blankets on the living room floor, and I understand that the dog is now ours and I’m overjoyed.
As if this were not more than enough for one night’s dreaming, things only get better, much better, for there is a second white dog romping about the house, and that dog is none other than my Bo. He comes to me happily and over-brimming with affection, and I even pick him up and hug and kiss him (rather like I do with our cats).
This seems like the dream of Bo that I have been hoping for, ever since he died, the real buddy-buddy stuff, and I wonder if this is my reward for the kindness that I have been showing the neighbor dog. Yet, I feel some distancing doubt about this dream. The physical appearance of Bo looks slightly off, a little more lavish in curly hair, as though my subconscious threw in an extra ten-percent of poodle into him, detracting that much more from his already vulnerable masculinity, being a rather small dog in real life, just shy of forty pounds, and a tad overweight at that figure, which also happens to be a stark contrast to the large neighbor dog. Of course, I may be projecting my own insecurities into the mix, though I imagine that this sense of shared male insecurity thickened the bond between us. Regardless, I like this dream, though I still hope that better ones will come in time.
Incidentally, I did catch a flash of cat in the dream. Coco was definitely there. They were kind of hiding off to the side, wary of the bigger dogs. I feel a little guilty in the knowledge that dogs still rate higher in my affections. On the other hand, at our most intimate, the cats maintain their feral edge, like we could never be best friends. Nevertheless, I don’t think they need to worry about any dogs coming into the household, except through my dreams.
In a later snatch of dreaming, this theme was picked up and expanded upon. I am outdoors and stirring myself up as if from a nap. The only sense that I can make of it, now that I’m awake, is that I was in the neighbor dog’s back yard pen, as though I had taken his place inside his little encampment, which is only missing razor wire on top to achieve that full concentration camp effect. Unlike the dog, though, I am able to get out, and when I return home, I see that the dog is now inside the house, and that Father has spread some blankets on the living room floor, and I understand that the dog is now ours and I’m overjoyed.
As if this were not more than enough for one night’s dreaming, things only get better, much better, for there is a second white dog romping about the house, and that dog is none other than my Bo. He comes to me happily and over-brimming with affection, and I even pick him up and hug and kiss him (rather like I do with our cats).
This seems like the dream of Bo that I have been hoping for, ever since he died, the real buddy-buddy stuff, and I wonder if this is my reward for the kindness that I have been showing the neighbor dog. Yet, I feel some distancing doubt about this dream. The physical appearance of Bo looks slightly off, a little more lavish in curly hair, as though my subconscious threw in an extra ten-percent of poodle into him, detracting that much more from his already vulnerable masculinity, being a rather small dog in real life, just shy of forty pounds, and a tad overweight at that figure, which also happens to be a stark contrast to the large neighbor dog. Of course, I may be projecting my own insecurities into the mix, though I imagine that this sense of shared male insecurity thickened the bond between us. Regardless, I like this dream, though I still hope that better ones will come in time.
Incidentally, I did catch a flash of cat in the dream. Coco was definitely there. They were kind of hiding off to the side, wary of the bigger dogs. I feel a little guilty in the knowledge that dogs still rate higher in my affections. On the other hand, at our most intimate, the cats maintain their feral edge, like we could never be best friends. Nevertheless, I don’t think they need to worry about any dogs coming into the household, except through my dreams.
