I get the feeling that it was the past in my late youth. I was walking to the Qwik Mart, in Bucksport, Maine, to go junk-food shopping, and my dog was tagging along. The strange part about the dog is that it was a black and white border collie. My family has never owned a border collie dog. We've owned mutts and stupid springer spaniels, but not border collies.
Anyway...I'm walking and this dog is acting playful. He is running around me and acting foolish. I can feel love flowing from me because I know this dog is really special and I know he loves me. I cross the street, and this dog gets hit by a car. I run back to the intersection, and the dog gimped to the sidewalk. I run over to the dog and begin to try to care for him. He obviously has broken bones, and blood is flowing. I run to a nearby house to go call an emergency veterinary service (I guess they have those in this world) and this guy shows up to take my dog away.
And then I woke up.
This dream really wasn't remarkable; It isn't like my usual psychedelic dreams I usually have. The dream was just really emotional and vivid. It is almost like I really used to own a border collie and I was reliving a memory of my past. I just remember bawling my eyes out when the dog got hit by the car. I remember feeling the tears flowing down my face. I think the dog might have even died, or maybe I was expecting the dog to die soon, so I had to make the most of my time with the dog while he was still alive. I think that was why I tried to make him comfortable before his imminent demise.
This dream was too emotional for me. Or, maybe I should say: The emotions were too intense for me to relive again when a real family dog died in real life.
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