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Sometimes I dream about my dad, who passed over a decade ago. Also, beloved animals I've lost over the years sometimes show up in dreams.
What's odd is I kind of know they're dead, even in the dream. Or rather, I know I shouldn't be able to see and interact with them. But there's a part of me that thinks it's real too, like there's some sort of temporary reprieve that's been granted.
I adore animals and have beloved pets in real life, but nine times out of ten, if there's a pet in my dream, that dream is a nightmare. I actually had one of these last night, featuring a cage full of parakeets.
I'll be having some other random dream and suddenly think to myself, "Oh no! When did I last feed the donkey/dog/horse/ducks/chickens/rabbit (lots of variation on a theme with this one)?! I forgot all about them!"
I always rush to wherever the poor animal(s) are housed. Occasionally they're dead. More often, they're alive but emaciated, filthy, and desperately hungry and thirsty, so I race to feed them and clean out their space, and the guilt at having forgotten about them is just overwhelming. Sometimes they're my own animals. Sometimes I'm supposed to be pet-sitting them for a friend. Either way, it's always my fault for forgetting and the poor animals suffer the consequences.
One particular little donkey housed in a backyard stable the size of a toolshed, has made a whole series of appearances this way. Every time it happens, the amount of time that has "passed" is roughly the amount of time since I last dreamed of it, sometimes with gaps of months at a time. Somehow, though, it keeps on surviving... and it's always sweet-tempered and happy to see me, which makes me feel even MORE guilty.
Poor dream donkey.
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