I dream about my dog a lot. He died Dec. 29, 1999.
Here's the dreams:
1) Was staying somewhere deep in the woods. Verdant, thick, tall trees all around. Not jungle, but like it.
Yogi was gone. I had the sense he;d gone off to die. Daniel;l Bennett had done something special for Yogi, as he Daniel knew I liked it, but I can[t re,ember what--saved a space for him, I think.
I knew Yogi was gone. I knew it. But I took a flashlight and pointed it out into the woods and went looking for him saying his name. He wasn’t around. Daniel continued talking with a friend, aware that was there.
