I’m walking down the road with my friend Petra, a walk that I suggested to get out of the house when the black dog from Oak House comes bounding up to me. He jumps up and down on his hind legs and barks happily at me. I’m still a little wary of dogs but allow him to get close, but move my hands out of his way. His owner, Mary from Oak House calls him away.
As I continue walking with Petra the same dog does the same thing again, only this time he’s joined by two others, a white one and a beige coloured one. They surround me, all yelping and happy until the owner catches up with them, out of breath and scolding them. As I try to avoid bumping into them I drop my purse and phone by a big pile of dog poo. Fortunately neither touches it. Mary walks with us for a little while before taking the dogs away. As she leaves I realise that the phone I’ve picked up isn’t mine, same bright pink back but a much bigger and older version and damaged, held together at the top my white tape.
I’m beginning to despair when I realise that I still have my own phone, a slimmer and slicker model of the damaged one. We catch up to Mary and I ask her if the phone is hers.
‘No,’ she says, ‘I have my own,’ and she shows me, the model between mine and the old damaged one.
We come to some building works which spills onto the pavement and areas of the pavement is taped off. Mary is annoyed that her way is blocked, and despite showing her a way around the blockage she still complains that it shouldn’t be there because it hinders pedestrians. The black dog follows Petra and I around the blockage and somehow climbs to sit on the window ledge of a café with big glass windows. As we watch it leans back and goes through the glass so that half its body is outside and half inside the café with the glass still intact. We’re amazed and puzzled as to what to do.
Inside the café is one of my brothers and my youngest son’s dad. My son’s dad comes out, assesses the situation and say’s,
‘Oh yes, he’s gone through the window. We’ve had this before. I’ll go and get the waiter to sort it out.’
A waiter comes out, pulls up the glass and allow the dog to walk away unharmed.
I’m trying to understand the symbolism of dreams, as they may well be the same for readings.
Dogs have several meanings Devoted; trust; loyalty; faithfully following; territoriality; sensing danger; protective
Glass = invisible emotional, spiritual barriers,
often indicates strong psychic ability, transparency “see through” other people and situations
Looking through glass = openness and non-defensiveness
Cell phone = receptive to new ideas; mobility
Purse = things kept hidden for fear of effect; female sexuality; power to give or receive favour;
Dog poo = problem created by lack of self-control over instinct and urges
Most times the dream makes sense to me, despite spending nearly two hours on this one it wasn’t clear. Any ideas??
I’m sitting in a café in a café with very big plate glass windows. It’s in the hills and opposite a wood. I’m watching two dogs and a wolf play and frolic on the opposite side of the road (the woods side). I’m thinking, in the dream, that I need to remember that it’s a wolf and not three dogs because it may significant.