The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts

Dream of: 30 September 1998 "Monkey"

While traveling around the country by car, Carolina and I had arrived at the home of a woman whom we knew. After I had stopped the car and Carolina and I had stepped out, I realized the home was in the back of a small church. I had known the woman had some religious affiliations, but I was surprised to see her home was actually part of the church. I also noticed a small store behind the church and I was happy to see the store was open. I was hungry and thought we might be able to find something to eat there.

My pet Dalmatian Picasso and my pet Dalmatian Chaucer were traveling with us, and they also jumped out of the car. They headed straight for a small creek which ran between us and the church/house. They hit the water and began running up and down the creek the way they liked to do. Carolina and I followed and also began walking in the knee-deep water of the creek.

Suddenly I noticed a light, as if from a car, coming toward us from behind Carolina. The light approached so quickly, I couldn't tell what it was. But I saw the light disappear under the creek water just a few feet from me. Obviously it hadn't been a car, but appeared to have been simply a disembodied light. Picasso immediately ran to the spot in the water where the light had disappeared and immersed his whole body, searching for the light. I also waded to the spot and stuck my hand under the water to see if I could feel anything.

Finally I did feel something which appeared to be some kind of small animal. I grabbed the animal's arm and I could feel a tiny claw. I pulled the long spindly arm out of the water until the whole animal appeared. I couldn't figure out at first what it was, but finally saw it was a gray monkey, about a foot long. The monkey seemed weak and didn't offer resistance. Clutching it behind its neck so it couldn't bite me, I held it up so I could take a better look. There was something sad about it, as if it had lost all its energy and could not resist even if it wanted to.

I glanced back at the water at Picasso, still submerged, apparently still looking for the monkey. I thought I needed to pull him out of the water, but I was more concerned about what to do with the monkey. I saw no alternative but to take the monkey into the woman's home. The monkey definitely needed help. But I was unsure the woman would welcome the monkey into her church/home.

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