Yesterday, I had a three hour break between classes, so of course I used that time as any productive member of society would choose to: I came home and took a nap.
I didn’t fall asleep right away, and it seemed like I was just going to lay there with my eyes closed for the whole hour I had allotted, when suddenly I was walking with Margaux under great redwood trees. It was just her and me, attached by a long rope leash. We were walking downhill, approaching a coastline, which Margaux was very excited to reach. At one point, she jumped off a cliff, and landed on a small ledge. She growled at me to follow her, but instead I tossed her the leash and found another way down. It seemed treacherous, but was surprisingly easy to run down. Margaux met me at the bottom, holding the leash in her mouth for me to take back. Just as we were nearing the sand, my alarm went off, so Dream Margaux didn’t get to go swimming.
The dream walk was so vivid when I woke up. I wondered if it had some subconscious meaning about overcoming obstacles on the way to something beautiful and awesome, or about enjoying the journey, or if it was just about missing my dog and the Pacific Ocean. Maybe some combination of all those.
