Strange Dream

Had a very strange dream this morning. I had taken two of the dogs to the humane society to be neutered. One of them was my border collie Flynn. I can't remember who the other one was. Interestingly, the building in the dream is one I've dreamt about before. It's not the Hamilton/Burlington SPCA where I used to work. And it's not the Oakville/Milton Humane Society where I have friends. I'm not sure what the template is fashioned after but based on the human characters in the dream, I think this dream scenario was supposed to be OMHS.

I was picking the boys up after their surgeries and was told they were still groggy and were, “talking in their sleep”. I can't remember now what the one dog said, but Flynn looked directly at me and said, “Boy your mom is really mean”.

A talking dog telling me my mother was mean. I fear I may be losing my sanity!

I shared this with my cousin Louise … always a voice of reason … and she said, “that sounds perfectly sane to me. Your are learning to accept that your mother treated you badly and it was not your fault. So you had one of the dogs, who love you unconditionally, reinforce the point.”

A-n-d  ... we're back to acceptance   {sigh}    Can you KNOW something and still not really accept it? I guess there's still a part of me that doubts my feelings and memories. Or maybe it's that I feel like I shouldn't feel like I do. Does acceptance mean being without doubts?