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I woke up at 3 am gasping and almost crying. It was this horrifying dream that made me drink two glasses of room-temp water. I don't want to go back to sleep if that will just continue like a paused home video. I remember seeing our pets leashed in a wall along with some other dogs, as if they were in a line. As I walk past them, they were barking, but not towards me, as if it was a cry for help. At the end of the hallway was a small room wherein they take the dogs one by one. And there, I saw them killing the dogs!!! I saw them killing our dog, Martini! ;( And that's it, I have to wake up from this nightmare! I know I haven't been spending time with my dog lately. I no longer bring home food or toys for him like when I was still in College. Martini is old and stinky now. We think he is ill because there are times that he does not recognize us. He is kinda vicious to other people, but not to my dad or me. I fear him sometimes because I saw him bite two people. And he is so big that I wouldn't know what to do if he attacks. Martini is a brindled Old English Mastiff. Che told me "He's an ugly dog!" I wouldn't agree. I just feel so bad from that nightmare. Post a comment in response: |
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