I had a very very bad dream last night. I tried to kill Dante – my own dog. I somehow understood from somewhere that he should be killed so I was trying. At the same time I was very soft so he survived. My means were for example – exposing him for a moving bike (!!!) After some time I got tired, dante was a bit hurt but otherwise OK, just laying around, very calm, doing nothing. I was looking at him and I understood that he does not need to be killed and that I do not need to get rid of him. The other way around. I actually wanted to keep him. I wanted to have him. Then I woke up. Went to hug Dante, was thankful for just seeing him. This dream influenced my day. It was all the time somewhere deep in my thoughts. I was thinking why would I dream such a horrible thing. I love that little creature and my heart is breaking each time I have to leave him (when going somewhere for more than a day and he can not come with me). Why really?
Maybe there is something else in my life I really love but I am also trying to get rid of it. I will definitely reconsider my choices.
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