Last night I dreamt that I rescued two dogs from an abusive situation. One was a large, light brown mutt who was severely malnourished. The other was a cute little chihuahua who seemed bouncy and healthy.
I took them home and then multiple crises arose: my kids needed help, my job was nuts, there were aliens landing on the front lawn, etc. I forgot about the large dog and found him dead in the backyard. I cried and cried because I knew I was solely responsible for his death.
The little dog was still okay, though. Apparently I’d fed him, and he was still sweet and cute. But having killed the large dog I couldn’t give my heart to the small one. It felt like a huge betrayal, so I gave it away to a family who seemed like they’d cherish it.
I think I know what this dream was trying to tell me. I’m going to change my priorities starting now.
Thanks for letting me share this.
Take care, and peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Yikes! Hope you start having better dreams that are fulfilling and inspiring!
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It sounds like a pretty unpleasant dream to have, but maybe an important one since you clearly know how to interpret it. 🙂
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I’m not a professional, but I did stay in a Holiday Inn Express once.
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Once may well be enough. (Although to be fair, I have stayed at a few Holiday Inns before and thought they were okay for the money).
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