A couple nights ago, I dreamed that I was swimming in canals with Maggie, the dachshund. It was sort of like we were in Venice. I got ahead of Maggie at one point and realized I was being chased by a shark. (Now, I love sharks and don't fear them really, but whatever...) I managed to get out and was yelling for Maggie to hurry up and waiting for her to come by so I could snatch her, but she couldn't out-doggie-paddle the shark and it ate her. So, I had to use rod and reel to catch the shark and open its belly, and rescue Maggie, who was fine if annoyed, kind of a la the woodsman in Little Red Riding Hood.
Okay, I think there are many ways in which this dream can be interpreted as a generalized impending birth anxiety dream.
So, there you have it. A not very enlightening post from Co.
And no, Lo, I'm *not* in labor yet.
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I actually think this is a pretty powerful dream. You KILLED a shark for your baby, er, dog, er dog baby. You rock!
xo
How 'bout now? :)
Creepy dream. Were you the shark, too?
when your ticker says 7 days, we need more updates, Family O. I'm just saying.
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