Animal dreams always wake me up – they are so like “Minding the Animals Within” that I go “heads up” in a heart beat. This one was all about dogs in a house, that was actually a shelter of sorts and I was visiting, then volunteering or on the board, and then husband Smitty was “selected” to be boss of the place. Our own young and healthy lab was in the house with us with two or three other dogs. The rest of the herd was outside. I was anxious about conflicts if the others came in. Fade out …

 

The dream before this was was about visas, people being detained or refused entrance and my great fears about Trump Nation now manifesting. Obviously this was in direct proportion to the fear and loathing I felt reading yesterday about Trump’s order not to process any more visas for the time being. I ask my soul in the dream how I should focus.

 

So my interpretation of the dog dream is that my soul is showing me how my reality (my own dog) is friendly and energetic and fine dealing with a couple other realities, but there is a fear focus about handling a mass reality that I can’t personally control. The fact that husband Smitty was put in charge feels like a quiet, even-toned attitude is what is necessary in this visa and Trump nation situation: i.e. don’t go off half-cocked in reactivity, disrupting everyone, most of all the WAV (World According to Virginia).

 

Well OK then. I do indeed feel way better since putting this all into perspective. I really do see how I was panicking and reacting, fearful of being powerless.
Jeez that was easy. Is life really this easy? Sometimes The WAV is better than anything I could have imagined when I signed up for it. Grateful.