The last part of my dream before waking was of me floating down to earth by parachute. This was unusual enough, as in reality, I am afraid of heights. I was above the clouds, watching my approach to earth and keeping track of the height and my speed via a little digital readout on the gadgetry on the buckles in front of me. The journey down was peaceful and I really enjoyed it. As I approached earth, I had to remember how to land… the landing was gentle. I got up and thought to myself that this is something Tatiana would enjoy. I went to my ‘instructor’ and asked her what is necessary to become a trainer or to be a leader… or something to that effect. She mentioned that she couldn’t do certain jumps because her visa wouldn’t allow her to jump outside of the place we were in. I then resolved to get Tatiana a parachute, as she wouldn’t have those same restrictions.
Earlier in the dream, I was sitting in the streets and had a few dogs. People around me had dogs too. A couple of the dogs were familiar, but Gypsy stands out in the crowd. People commented on the way I would let the dogs go, but I said I was confident that they’d return and they always did. Sure enough, the dogs always returned. Some time later, just before the parachute scene, I was in a store of sorts and contemplating getting a pet. It was not a ‘normal’ pet. The store owner was telling me what it would need to be fed… vegetables, I think… carrots come to mind.
I found little on parachutes. One article mentioned safety and security, that I felt secure because my support system was in place and doing well.
Dogs seem to be equated to my friendships and relationships. Both these analogies are strange to me, as I don’t feel secure and definitely not in my relationships. I have been worrying about being accepted by new-found family and my friends.