8.08.2013

Is It Insanity or Is It a Date?

A dream is a psychosis, with all the absurdities, delusions and illusions of a psychosis
                                                                                                        ~Sigmund Freud

We have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions
                                                                                                              ~Carl Jung

A dream that is not interpreted is like a letter that is unread
                                                                        ~Talmud

I had a dream not too long ago.  It involved Girly Girl.  My dreams involving Girly Girl have a different quality from my normal dreams and I can count the number of them since her passing on one hand.  I am of the firm belief that these are infrequent visits from my sweet girl.  Some of you may roll your eyes and I’m OK with that. 

Girly Girl usually stops in to say hi, let me know she still loves me and that she misses me.  She doesn’t “say” this to me but when she was with me in the physical world, she once gave me a greeting that made it so incredibly clear that she loved me and missed me it became the gold standard.  It was after her cancer
Girly Girl and Blue Greyhound
diagnosis and close to her passing.  I had to travel for a week for work so she stayed with Grammy.  I think we both knew that time was short and any time away from each other was so painful.  When I went to pick her up after that trip, she nearly crawled into my skin in her attempts to get as close to me as possible.  Girly Girl, who wasn’t a licker, greeted me like an excited puppy trying to lick my face all over.  She stayed melded to me for some time. 

I’ve never had a greeting like that before and now I only receive it when she drops in on my dreams.   I think she knew how much that particular greeting meant to me so she uses it now to make sure I am clear on her message. 

This dream was different.  It was the first dream in which she did not pop in and give me our greeting and then pop back out.  Instead I was approached by a person who told me that Girly Girl had “come back.”  I didn’t know what that meant and I said that couldn’t be possible as she was dead.  The person insisted that she was back and I needed to come.  Since I would give a whole lot for that to actually be true, I went with this person. 

They brought me to a place where a small group of people were in the company of a spindly, petite white female greyhound with black ticking and larger brindle patches.  I told them that this was definitely not Girly Girl.  But the group kept insisting that this was Girly Girl.  I approached her and she was very spooky.  She did her best to avoid being touched.  The group helped hold her still and I checked her ear tattoo.  The birth date ear said 716A.  It was at this point I woke up.

Girly Girl and Blue Greyhound in the new Element
At first, I found the dream just odd.  As a few days passed I was sitting in my mother’s living room discussing the dream with her.  I replayed the dream and then out of nowhere I said to my mother, I think this might mean that Girly Girl is coming back and when she does, she’ll be in the guise of this new hound. 

If the tattoo is any indication, she will be born in July of 2016 so she was apparently giving me plenty of advanced warning.  I figure that the earliest she’ll be able to find her way to me will be in 2017 assuming she fails out of a life as a racing greyhound and goes straight into adoption.  Grammy thinks it’s possible that she’s timing the return to be just after Blue’s passing.   He will be 14 in 2017.

I know it sounds crazy.  And honestly I’m trying to convince her to stay put where she’s whole and pain free.  Coming back could expose her to any number of terrible experiences.  Her last go-round wasn’t particularly fabulous.  She broke her hock and it wasn’t treated.  Then she got only a few years in retirement with a new to greyhounds owner who needed a big lesson in patience.  Shortly thereafter she got cancer, had to go through an amputation only to finally succumb to ever growing tumors in her lungs.  Why she’d want to expose herself to that possibility again is beyond me.  I miss her like crazy but I can wait and meet her on that side if it means she runs free. 

So nut job?  Maybe.  Creating something I need to believe from a simple dream?  Also possible.   In this case, only time will tell.  Just to be safe I have Auntie Carol checking all the ear tattoos of the new arrivals that match my description.   I invite you all to check back in here in 2017 or 2018 to see how this story ends!

7 comments:

  1. I hope that it is true! I am curious as all get out to see how Bettina would react to that. :) And maybe this do over would have a better ending.

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  2. I'm glad you're getting a message from your Girly Girl.

    It's so hard to read this tonight. I'm getting the opposite message from my Sam tonight. He's not sleeping (well, neither am I), and he's telling me he's done. He's 13 years, 3 months old, and he's maxed out on pain meds and stuff still hurts, so we'll be going to the vet in the morning because he doesn't deserve another night like tonight.

    He first came home with me on 5 October 2002, and in all those years, we've never spent a single night apart. Tomorrow night is going to be absolute hell.

    Next time Girly Girl comes around, ask her to keep an eye out for a big, goofy red-fawn boy named Sam...

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  3. Hmm, that's a bit spooky. What a great comfort your usual dreams about Girly Girl must be. How are you possibly going to wait til 2017? I'd have to forget all about it I think or I'd make myself crazy. Actually I'm going to have to forget about it anyway or just wondering will drive me crazy!!

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  4. I'm thinking about Sam and bleeding just a little for KF in Georgia.....I've asked GG to be there in the office when Sam passes so he won't be confused and she can guide him over. This, we think is her job anyway on the other side ~

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    1. Thank you. It was very peaceful. After Sam surfed the counters and checked out the trash can, the vet came in. Sam just laid down in the sphinx position. As the sedative took effect, Sam's head tilted forward onto his forelegs as he went to sleep. He didn't even stir for the second shot.

      This house is way too quiet...

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  5. When my heart dog Dylan was 2 weeks shy of 17, it was apparent he couldn't go on. I made the dreaded call and the vet came to my house. The deed done, my spouse and I were totally distraught. We cried, we played sad songs, and drank a couple of strong drinks to blunt the pain. After a while, I fell asleep on the sofa in the family room, and I dreamed. In my dream, Dylan and I were out for a walk together, and of course he was young again. We were in the woods like so many walks before. After a bit, we came to a fork in the path. I headed left, knowing it was the way home. Dylan stopped and looked the other way. I called him along, saying let's go home. He headed the other way, saying to me "I can't, I have to go this way. But really, it's OK. Truly, everything will be OK. I'm happy now and you will be, too." and with that he trotted away from me, a big grin on his face.

    Right after that, I woke up. I felt such peace it was just amazing. It had been so hard to let him go, and he came back just long enough to make me feel better.

    It's been 10 years ago last month, and I still vividly remember that dream.

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  6. I love crazy stuff like this! Mine never come to me in dreams or I just don't remember. :-( And it would be very cool if she came back!

    Hey regarding your Rebel Wilson comment. It kind of made me sad too. I kind of got the impression that deep down she still is the fat girl.. despite all the jokes and the acting in front of the camera.

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