I’m looking up at the sky and I see two old corvettes, one from the late 50’s and one from the early 60’s. They’re made of clouds and one is following the other through the sky. I walk into a bathroom that very rustic. I know that there’s a small glass door the size of a dog door at the head of the bathtub and I’m wondering if the coyote has gotten in through there. I know that’s it’s gotten in there before. There’s a large husky with me that’s sniffing around trying to find the coyote. I walk over the shower curtain and pull it back but the glass door is closed. I hear a really loud pop. I walk outside to a chain linked fence. I’m on a little bit of a hill and I can see over a lot of farm land. Directly in front of me is an old 50’s style green trailer with a nice garden around it. The husky is really going crazy sniffing for the coyote in the direction of the farm. I’m looking at the trailer to make sure that nothing is catching on fire. I wait but I see no smoke. I start petting the husky and it starts playfully gnawing on my hand.
I love the corvettes in the sky. The husky is a friend. I don’t know why I’m concerned about a coyote. I don’t know what the loud pop is. I feel ok in the dream. Nothing seems familiar about it. I love huskies as well. Coyote keeps coming around. It seems like a deeper connection is in order.
