A little dog
Today I dreamed
In the forest I met a man who was walking a small, white dog on a leash. He had something bad planned for the dog. I forgot what that was.
Even though the man didn't speak to me, I knew. He finally admitted it too. There was only one way to save the dog. I had to take him with me. The man also happily gave me the dog and immediately left. Even though I didn't want to have a dog anymore and Chelsea was still alive. I went home with him. He cried a little because the man didn't take him, but then he was happy.
I hardly slept that night because Chelsea was restless. I couldn't concentrate as well as yesterday. But I tried. There are many coincidences. I observe the number 17. It is often used in films. Although I didn't look for it, I found it several times. (https://psitraum.wordpress.com/)
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