I was with this young man named Mark. He was coming to work with me one day. I was working on some large campus in a place where it was country-like and not city-like. As usual, I was working on a project alone. I was outside at a table behind the building in some sort outdoor patio that overlooked some beautiful rolling green hills, and large hardwood trees, probably oaks, walnuts and poplars. I was probably back east somewhere. I was having some technical problems with data loading in a timely fashion and there were a couple interaction issues that were consuming a bit of more of my time than I would’ve liked. I decided to ask my team to come out and look. Jane was the one who was giving me the most feedback but I was feeling frustrated with the feedback she gave. In my opinion, she didn’t have the insight that I did about how the application was working so her feedback was based on limited understanding, but I was having difficulty absorbing the situation, especially my teammates were agreeing with her. I was getting frustrated, especially when the performance of the app was getting so staggeringly slow that I couldn’t even get things to load. I decided to ask the team to give me some time to try and sort out the performance problems and they left. I started looking at processes on my laptop because it seemed to be a resource problem. I finally ended up shutting down Firefox. It was at this time that I looked around to see what Mark was doing. It was odd that he’d come to work with me in the first place but I was now getting this conflicting awareness that I was being self absorbed and neglecting him but at the same time, I was at work and needed to be focusing on these application problems I was having. I looked over and he seemed to be a little frazzled as I watched him go in thru the back doors of the building to go inside and make a phone call.
Suddenly, the dream changed and I was not at work but on a ranch. The surrounding countryside was similar to the work environment where I previously was, with rolling hills and large trees. The house was ranch style, very long and painted a pale yellow. I was with the mother of a group of pups. It was a litter of four and I was laying down with a ner and three of the puppies. One in particular had captured my interest. It was white with black spots like it’s mother. I was playing with it on the ground, tapping it’s nose while it tried to bite my finger. Another puppy laying to the right of it looked very similar, white with black spots, and blue eyes. It wasn’t nearly as animated so I wasn’t putting too much focus on it. There was another puppy between the two that was light gray with black patches and green eyes. I associated this puppy with the father who was also gray with green eyes. The quiet white and black puppy nudged up to it’s mother to get some milk. I looked over to a nearby ravine between two hills where there were very small lilac looking flowering plants coming up from the ground. I guess that would indicate that it was spring which it did look to be. I picked up the puppy and started walking with it and as I looked over again, one of the plants suddenly grew about 5 feet and exhibited rows of lavender blossoms on long thin branches that bent over from their weight. I made some sort of connection between the plant’s sudden growth and the puppy I was holding.
Then, out of nowhere, over the hill to my right came charging this large beast. It was the colour of a reddish cow and had the body of a large steer, but the face had been twisted and controrted in a menacing way with larger than normal jowels and huge exposed teeth. It charged thru the ravine and up the other side to where a large yellow labrador male was barking at it. There was also a small herd of cattle there and a couple farmers. I was particularly worried about the lab because I apparently had an affinity for it. I put the puppy down an ran to the house, in thru the back and door and cut a left down the hallway shouting for Ed to get his gun. In my awareness, Ed was Mark’s father. In fact, they were both named Edward Marcus but the father went by Ed and the son went by Mark. As I reached Ed’s room, he was laying in bed, but he was on the phone. He had a door to the back in his room and I wanted to access the state of things quickly while letting him finish his phone call. I opened the door and looked out on the hill. I saw a large ring of frightened animals. In the center, at the apex of the hill was the beast. It turned toward the house and ran at it. I came all the way down the hill and charged thru the yard and as it approached this cutaway in the side of the house, it vanished. Out of the cutaway came this docile yellowish calf, with a sort of startled, just awakened gate. When I looked back out to the knoll, I saw a man with a double barreled shotgun point, and shoot at something in front of him. I turned to see what Ed was doing. Now, he was fully dressed and was holding this strange yellowish calf like head that had a spine still attached too it, both covered with it’s original hide and fur. He said that he’d gone out earlier that day done a curse unravelling by the creek. He showed me the back of his door. He said he’d hung the head of something there, and sometime between then and now, someone had come in a taken the head. I looked down at the floor just in front of the doorway and there was an image of a bear that had been drizzled in outline with some sort of syruppy substance in two colours, dark and light brown.
In the background of my mind, there was a song playing. It was a call and response type of harmony with a woman singing in an angelic voice, responded to my a choir. She was singing, “In want of his leg, he’ll be laying on his side.” The chord progression was a 1/5/6/4 in A. The melody was a – b – a – b – b – c# – a — e – a – g# – a – d.
