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Elizabeth: Help! My Animals!

I was in Russia with some art friends that I have traveled abroad with before. We were on the border of China and Russia. I had the dogs with me for some reason. I kept the dogs in crates and would let them out to run and put them back in. The border was several hundred yards away. I was awakened by my friend Matt telling me that my two younger dogs, Mark and Rudy, were loose. I thanked him but he hushed me, saying he needed to hurry back to the China side because he was in trouble in Russia. I thanked him again, profusely, for risking his life to warn me. The border had moved much closer, it was about 30 yards away. Matt went back through the gates but the dogs ran after him. I ran after them. There was an "in between" border area with Russian guards on one side and Chinese guards on the other side. It was late at night, but everyone seemed okay with Matt coming over and back, and with me going to the middle zone to get the dogs. When the gate opened for Matt to go fully to China, the dogs ran across, pranced around a bit, and came back to the middle zone. That's when everything changed. All of a sudden the Russian guards were screaming and shouting and they had their guns drawn on the dogs, as if they might be carriers of some disease born in Chinese soil. They were going to shoot Mark and Rudy for being contaminated. I was on the ground screaming and crying with a dog under each arm begging them not to hurt the dogs. Finally, some sympathetic female guards from both sides and a translator conducted an interview and came to the conclusion (in the way of saying a lie so my dogs don't get killed) that I didn't understand the border laws and had diplomatic immunity. We all lived.





I was at mom's house and found the fish tank I had when I was in school. Miraculously, it was about 2/3 full of water and the creatures inside had survived and reproduced. I used to have a dragon fish, now it was a dragon fish but had the appearance of an albino axolotl without legs. I looked in and I saw regular and albino frogs that had grown large and were swimming in the water. I saw lots of guppies. There were these underwater rose looking seaweed plants and each one had 3 or 4 crawdads in it. It was amazing. The coolest thing was how the water was teeming with tiny miniatures of the creatures, all their little offspring. The dragonfish was swimming but it was in distress, the frogs were attacking it and chomping its body with their giant mouths. They were going to kill it and I didn't know what to do. I needed to separate it, but I didn't have a container and I knew I couldn't put it straight in tap water. I scooped it up in the net and called for Michelle to find a container in her bedroom that would hold water that I planned to scoop from the tank. The dragonfish wiggled out of the net and moved surprisingly quickly over the carpet and hid. I started moving trash that was on the floor, but I couldn't find it. I looked everywhere, I was afraid he would dry out and die. I then felt this funny thing in my pants and realized the dragonfish was in there and had positioned himself in the horizontal crease between my backside and my thighs, across the "center split." I laughed that I couldn't find him because he was in my pants. Then I thought that he was probably safe there for a few minutes because he probably wouldn't dry out really fast when surrounded by skin. Michelle brought the container and I scooped out some water. When I looked down in the container there were thousands of babies, so I knew that wouldn't work because the frogs would just grow up and attack the dragonfish again. I got the babies out. The end.




As I was typing the last dream, this really amazing one came back into my mind. I think it probably has some really deep meaning about youth and promise. It was around the time of high school graduation. Flight and magic were a major part of this dream. When the students would graduate, they were able to sprout a pair of wings and fly. I was seeing this for the first time and I was amazed. It was like some kind of youth secret that I had never known. I was so happy for them, but also so sad that I had never sprouted wings and flown. It, apparently, was easy for them, but helping adults reawaken that ability was almost impossible. One unusual quality of the wings was that they grew in all different shapes and sizes to match the personality of the kid. I saw several pairs of ordinary white wings, but then I started seeing more unusual ones. I saw lots of black wings, small fuzzy ones, big feathered ones, and my favorite, a pair of large dappled brown ones like a game bird's wings. I think I may have been given a glimpse of what it was like, maybe a brief, partially successful flight, because I was trying desperately to get it back. A helper brought me to a big barn to see if he could help awaken the magic. He gave me a harp similar to the one I have and told me to play it. When he realized I could tune it, he took that as a good sign.



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