Whenever my memory grants me the privilege
to remember a particular dream upon waking up, I grab my book about dreams soon
after and try to search what my dream meant. The past moons have witnessed me
dreaming of dogs. On several occasions, I even dreamt of Bambi, our ever loyal
Basset Hound - now sniffing her way around in heaven for many years already. I
have been wanting to get another dog after the last of our canine companions died
on December of 2010 (the same month that my Dad died). Her name is Wimby, a
maltese-spitz. I got her in year 2001 and named her Wimby, short for Wimbledon,
since I got her around the time that the Wimbledon Tennis Championship was
being held in London (June).
One would initially think that my dog
dreams are manifestations of my ardent desire to get another canine friend. But my
book told me otherwise:
