Care

Date: 2/15/2021

This dream is set in a laundry room/doctors office/coffee house. Dogs. My dog is there, we walk the street outside for a bit. Someone got me a new dog. A Pomeranian. I am not exactly happy. I don't like Pomeranians. It's wearing a dress, like a victorian lady, but made for a dog. Its cute. It does nothing against the cold. She's also not wearing shoes... and the snow is high. A passing couple coo over her, remark her stripes are almost like a Dalmatian. I am irritated they ignore my actual dog, a real Dalmatian, sitting right there. Woman there -works at the coffeeshop who I am friendly with- sets me up to meet a guy, her son. Son is super muscular and strong. Sweet and gentle. Dude loves dogs. But keeps throwing up. Bile mostly, but tons of it. Drinks too much coffee too. Drinks only coffee. In leave the room for a second to find a doctor, but come back to find him cleaning up his vomit. He had to mop the floor. He went above and beyond to waxing the floor. I took over and tried to finish. He doesn't want to go to the doctor. We hug, every touch feels good, better when cuddling. But I feel sick because I can't convince him to take care of himself by getting what ever it is looked at. I want to help....but I've been drained to a husk helping before. I fear having to take care of someone...over naturally caring. ~ For a time we walked and the landscape became a temple to Shiva