Saturday, January 5, 2013. -10˚C / +14˚F @ 11:59 pm.
(Paramahansa Yogananda’s Birthday.) ( && /Annie P.’s ((Cheryl W’s sister)) Birthday.)
Dreamed that Jassper (our ‘puppy horse’) (Lab type dog, wants to be this area’s first 500 pound dog…) was chained up on the back deck and a black bear attacked him. In the dream I called the police and went looking for some kind of weapon I could protect my dog with. Then the dog had survived the attack, but he was a bloody mess and was hiding under a shovel on the porch. ((In the dream he was hiding under a shiny silver short handled shovel that looked like what people used to use to shovel snow in the dark ages (like the 1950’s) before anybody designed snow shovels the way they look now.)) I was really upset and wished I had a shotgun with some heavy duty slugs that would have blown the bear’s head off.
Also, in one of my exploring a house I’ve never seen before dreams a male authority figure that I had thought was my father at first, said something like, “Better get on the stick with the Atlantic Salmon.” —> which could be related to the fact that Cathi had put in for a transfer to the Department of Fisheries and Oceans up here and they’ve been contacting her, thinking they would pay to move us to Fredericton if she gets an offer and accepts it.
—Yay? Woke up in less pain than most days recently- (Fibromyalgia? Flu? Arthritis? Ack.)