I was on the ground floor of my house, in the room where the washing machine and dryer are, my dog was wedged between the two machines, and it seemed that there was not possible because there is not enough space for him to enter, I was worried and wanted to stroke his head, then his head rolled on the ground and again felt fear at the sight, I went into the kitchen and saw my dog was there without any apparent problem... Then I thought "how strange, this must be a dream!" and indeed it was. I felt euphoric and happy, I wanted to look at my hands, but I stopped and thought I wanted to fly, I tried but could not, so I decided I had to wake up and it was.
Place withheld · 2014-10-25 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
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