Dreams from March 1, 2010:

I had a dream that I was fishing in my mattress. I had taken the hook and put it in my mattress, and proceeded to stand over it and fish. I could see through the mattress to what I was fishing for, and it was very small puppies (like the size of mice). I caught a puppy and reeled it up, and when I got it out of the mattress it hopped off my hook and hid from me under my dresser.

02/23/2010

I dreamt a brown pet dog belonging my uncle was biting my finger, arm, and legs resulting in bleeding.

02/18/2010

I saw many barking dogs and trains and airplanes.

Notes: Age 19, Female, Amritsar, India

02/17/2010

I saw a white dog running to me. The good thing is he wasn't trying to harm me.

Dreams from February 12, 2010:

I dreamed that my cat was really a large dog. We were in the front yard and she caught an animal in her mouth. After a struggle, the smaller animal scampered off. It was black and had the bushy tail and white stripe of a skunk, but also had white spots.

Dreams from February 8, 2010:

I dreamt I was a gym teacher or something. I had to split up a bunch of kids into teams for bowling. Eventually I got bored and left. I ended up helping a friend build a house out in the woods which eventually turned into his actual house in a neighborhood. Some random dog got inside and made a mess on the floor. The neighbors started shooting at us, and the police said they couldn't do anything about it, and I woke up.

01/31/2010

A big bird ate cats and dogs. All that was left was their skin.

Notes: Male, Age 5

01/29/2010

I dreamed a beautiful shaggy white puppy jumped on me while I was standing. I petted the puppy and I could feel its claws on me. It was very realistic. I could even feel the texture of the puppies soft white hair.

Dreams from January 24, 2010:

I am in an unknown urban area. I am walking around neighborhoods in-between houses and such. I see a man walking a dog. The only thing is the dog happens to be an evil little Tigger The Tiger from Winnie The Pooh. Tigger escapes his owner and runs right at me. Instinctively I run but Tigger apparently is quite fast. I get bit a few times and his teeth are very sharp and screwed so it draws blood. I run until I reach a friends house who is out on his porch. I run there and grab a weak wooden crate that is sitting there. I put it over Tigger and it restrains him for the time being. But Tigger is very strong and this isn't going to hold for long. So I scream to my friend to get something heavy to put on the crate so that I can just escape for a second even if he's going to break through it eventually. But the heavy object is never found...

01/18/2010

I am sitting at the kitchen table with my husband, eating breakfast. Outside of the large bay window, I spot a dead puppy in the driveway. My sadness is diverted by the sudden and rapid growth of a tree immediately outside the window. On one branch, on one stem, high up on the tree, grows a goldfish. Then the puppy springs back to life and eats the goldfish. I am overwhelmed by the sense that there is meaning to be had here, but I do not understand.