I asked Alyssa if I could tell my dream about Wally and she said it would be okay...I dream a lot about people I have met, even years after I have known them, but never remember dreaming about someone else's dog.
In real life, my Grandparents lived in Shutesbury, MA. So in the dream, I am at their house. I LOVED this place because they had 100 acres, horses, a pond with frogs and a rope swing, among other things. I dream about being there all the time, now.
The house is very old and as kids we always wanted to sleep in the bedrooms in the attic. It was the "cool place to sleep". In my dream, I am looking out the window and I see a dog running towards the house. I go outside and wait for him. I watch him running, running, running towards me. It is, of course, Wally! I was so happy to finally meet him. He starts kissing me and I keep thinking his breathe smells like Cheerios (which is my favorite food.) Then Wally wants me to follow him. So I go running after him as fast as I can, but keep thinking I will never keep up with a Greyhound. I keep seeing his long legs stretch out in front of him and that beautiful brindle color moving and changing with every step.
We get to another barn my Grandparents owned in real life, but only kept barn cats in it. I finally catch up to Wally and he is sitting by the door. He is giving me "that look" I have seen in so many of his photos. Kind of an "all knowing side look". I go inside and there are DOZENS of Greyhounds! All colors!! I keep thinking how I never met a real one, except Wally and now I have DOZENS to play with. I hoped they all had Cheerio breath.
I was so happy and thought now my Grandparent's house was even better to visit.
When I woke up, I had this overall happy feeling. Sort of woke up smiling. Then I remembered the dream and wrote it down.