Just becoming more and more relaxed until he was gone.

I found this to be such a beautiful memorial that I decided to re-blog the entire dream (which is not the entire blog entry).

- photo credit: Sherri (on sherrisreadingjubilee.blogspot.com)

It has been sunny for five days now. Last night I had a dream in which Harry the dog was old, and he went to sleep in the sunshine out by the end of the driveway, lying on his side, totally relaxed and warm, and he gently and peacefully died there in his sleep, just becoming more and more relaxed until he was gone. In the dream I was in the living room, and when I looked out the window, I saw that my father, who loved flowers, had planted rows of ornamental grasses and cabbages at the end of the driveway there, and then had erected this huge and really ornate and very implausible bird house condominium contraption as well. In the dream, EG said to me, "He knew about Harry, and didn't want you to be sad every time you looked out there."

The dreamer is a college professor, married for seventeen years. She is mom to three kids and lives with three labrador retrievers, two rabbits, and two cats.

A dress darker than black ... a void of space to be worn

Maria D'Isidoro writes about a dream involving a dressmaker who works the loom with spider legs.

I dreamt of the dress shop the next night. It was night in the train car and lights burned low in the old fashioned sconces. I pulled the scarves apart, as I’d done a few days before, and stepped in. The incense was thicker; I would’ve chocked on it if it weren’t a dream. The shop keeper was there, too. I had been right to compare her to a spider before. From behind her, long, hairy spokes flexed in the air. They looked like giant tarantula legs. After a minute, I realized that they were sticking out of her back. Hide the deadly black tarantula. 

She was seated at a loom in the corner. ... more

Maria D'Isidoro writes her very unusual and interesting blog "The Box" in Baltimore, Maryland.

Wonderful, fat, deep red tomatoes

Melissa Greene had a dream about tomatoes and describes it on her blog "Get to the Inside."

I am struck by how many of these darned tomatoes I actually have. I begin plucking them from the vines and realize they are real gems. Some are fat and deep red, others are smaller and perfect. They vary in shade and size, but they all seem wonderful to me. ... more

Melissa Greene, LPC-MHSP, is a native Tennesseean, married with two children. She works as a Licensed Professional Counselor, providing treatment to adults, children, and their families. Melissa specializes in trauma and addictions. She is also a songwriter and poet.