He comes when I least suspect, in my dreams and then not always I the same form.
My dreams are haphazard; I recall only snippets unless it’s one of those rare ones I have when things are particularly bad in my life.
Like when my marriage ended I had a series of dreams about wading against the flow, it was all in an effort to reach a place that was going to be safe and more prosperous than where I’d come from.
But the sandman as he is called does visit and can take me to weird places, often to do with schools. Places I vaguely recall, situations I don’t recall, people I might have known and always an effort is required to extract myself from the maze I find myself in.
The other night I had the weirdest one though. A friend had a dog and bought it to my house. It was a lovely dog except it had happy tail syndrome. I couldn’t see the issue with it but my friend was convinced the dogs tail had to come off.
So then a chase began, me trying to save the dog, whose tail wagged like a madman through the ordeal where we escaped over hill and dale, hid in dark places but always my friend was pursuing us saying it was ok, the dog wouldn’t feel a thing when they lopped it off and it would be better off without it anyway. In my mind was the tail is there for a reason, so I led the dog, the dog led me, we made best of flight to a freedom that seemed doomed as I couldn’t shake off my pursuer. Then as so often in my dreams we came to a loose stone hill and the climb up was futile as we kept sliding down the hill, so we’d try again and again and all the while my pursuer was on our heels sliding down when we did and then to my relief I woke up.
I lay there a while recovering, still in shock at the pursuit and also at the indignity of the dog with happy tail being the subject of a cruelty I was convinced was unnecessary.
Needless to say I did look up ‘happy tail’ and it is a syndrome for some dogs that can end in amputation if the dog continues to smile too much and do itself continued injury!!