Last November I dreamed of a dog running down the street with his muzzle taped shut. I tried to get him to cut the tape to allow him to pant and drink water, but I woke just as I caught him. It was so disturbing that I just cried at the helpless feeling I had.
The next night I dreamed I saw the same dog but he had parents and lots of dog toys. I looked at him and said, “Good! You have someone to love you”. He jumped on me and says “No I don’t.”. I woke and told my husband who says “Let’s see what day 3 brings”.