In the last two weeks, I have been plagued by stress dreams. There are some huge changes happening in my life right now, all major positives, but as change does, it causes stress and my dreams have been rocked because of it. Last night my dream was epic. I won’t go into all of it here because most of it was pretty typical stress dream stuff, but there was a part that was very out of the ordinary.
In the dream, I had about twenty or so dogs in my backyard, or, rather, an old backyard of mine. Three teenagers wearing respectively blue, red, or yellow T-shirts, came into the yard with knives and proceeded to stab at the dogs and chase them all out of the yard. When I got out there, yelling and screaming at the teens, the one in the red shirt stabbed my dog in the hind leg. My dog screamed in pain, which all animal lovers know is one of the most gut-wrenching sounds on earth. I laid down over my dog still yelling at them to go away. The one in the red shirt stabbed my dog again, this time in the side. I picked him up and ran with him into the house to get him away from the violence.
When I came back out into the yard, there were three elderly black people standing at the gate so close to one another, they looked like they were attached. It was apparent they had thwarted the teens and, as they stood there, all the dogs ran back into the yard. My dog came out of the house and ran into the yard perfectly healed. The three elderly people closed the gate.