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Is it friend or foe that visits you so?

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Is it friend or foe that visits you so?

I was walking through a wood, trees to the right-hand side of me on a slope -
upwards; rocks to the left-hand side of me, sloping down towards a lake.  As I 
walked along, I realized that I had three creatures at my side. 

A tabby cat, quite large, indifferent, youngish.  A dog, black labrador with the 
physique of a rottweiler. An old dog with a stern, kind face. I thought it might snap 
at any minute.

And a fish - browny-green. I held it in my hands. It was warm, very dry with not 
scales but something like rubbery-rough textured skin.  I focused on the fish, 
passing it from one hand to the other. Then it dawned on me, the fish wasn't 
dying yet out of water! So I said 'fish you can breath!'

The fish started to breath very deeply, slowly and calmly. I held it closer to get a 
better look. Where upon, the fish's tail came off and felt to the rock. The tail 
submerged and blended with the rocky crevices. I looked back at the fish in my 
hand. It's head came off. The fish's head fell to the rocks and merged, 
disappeared into a hole in the rock's surface. I was left with the flesh of the fish.

I thought to myself, should I eat the flesh of the fish. I was pondering over 
whether it would be ethical to eat the fish's flesh? I thought, should I put the 
remaining  part of the fish in the lake to my left hand side?

It was then I realized I was dreaming. I started to analysis the dream I was having 
as I dreamed. I thought - what does it mean to dream about animals? Well to 
dream about a dog can have various meanings. If it is aggressive, it's a bad 
omen. If it is kind it's a good omen. I went through all of the things the dream 
could mean.

And then came the worst bit. I thought, If I know I'm dreaming and what it means, 
I can alter the dream to be a good omen. Then I got frightened. If the dream is 
there to warn me that something is going wrong in my life and I change it so that I 
have a pleasant dream, because now I'm lucid dreaming and I can control it; will 
this mean that the danger the omen signifies will happen because now I'm 
controlling my dream world that is warning me of dangers in the real world? If I  
don't receive the warning that I am in danger will I be able to prevent it?

I woke up in a sweat - I could control my sleeping world but not my waking world. 
I want to control both! Thus, I've come to the conclusion that I'm a control freak, I 
can't sleep without obsessing about control!

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