The People Behind My Eyes

I’m walking down the street down a steep hill to my grandmother’s house when I see what looks like a white calf. The calf turns to a brown and red calf then a huge white pit bull wearing a jacket over his stomach that says “yield.” I’m walking with someone to my grandmother’s house. We both see the animal. I pull out my pocket knife and open it up. A lady comes from a near by yard holding her hand out telling us it’s okay and not to be afraid. She wants me to help her build a kennel so she can put the dog down properly. Just then a woman walks up behind her with a baby in a satchel on her back. The baby is wrapped from head to toe in a white sheet the way its done when burring a body. You can’t see her face. She’s got a rope tied around her neck and the rope reaches all the way around the mother’s stomach. The baby is tied tightly to the mother’s back inside the satchel but also with a rope around her neck and her feet. The mother seems unconcerned about the pit bull fighting dog. She’s not concerned about the welfare of the child. The pit bull is then put in a satchel on the back of the owner in the same fashion.

As I continued to walk I looked back to check on the 2 other people who had been walking with us. One person had the word “thief” written above her head. That was my sister. The other person had the word “liar” written above her head.

I woke up.

Recurrent dream theme: the grandmother’s house and yard, attack dogs, animals changing from one thing to another
New theme: knowing the baby in the satchel
Feelings upon waking: sad, depressed

If I were to re-write the pit bulls dream I’d ask the lady why on earth she was helping this other lady while holding her baby and I’d ask the pit bull owner why she wasn’t having the dog put down professionally. What on earth was she doing walking around in a residential neighborhood with a known fighter dog?

Dr. D said of the last horrific dream about baby tigers being eaten had a few points which stood out for him. He said instead of compassion being shown to disabled babies they were instead killed and eaten. Where was the compassion in that he said? I suppose I was the tiger babies on paper plates with a fork sticking out of my belly. Some of them were faceless, some had ears missing or an eye missing. Many were deformed, some were not but they all got the same ending. They were eaten.

One wonders why I put off sleep……….

Pit Bulls and Babies
Thursday, February 14, 2008, 1:57 pm