The Dog Dream

She searched with her left hand to find he’d disappeared from his side of the bed. She got up, staggered to the study to find him glued to the desktop.

She stole a glance at the monitor and her keen eyes caught what he was searching for.

Dream meaning of a dog barking at it’s owner

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered under her breath.

“You woke up by 2 am to search for that?”

“I had a terrible dream honey.”

“Well, dreams mean nothing and shouldn’t be a bother,”

“Not this kind honey.” He turned to face her.

“I was walking a dog, my own dog, when suddenly she turned towards me and barked in a very fiery manner at me. Her poise was dangerous. Her eyes sparked fire and it’s deadly canines ready to strike, then I woke up terrified” He narrated.

“Now that’s horrifying,” she said. What did you do to save yourself?”

“Nothing. Didn’t try running away neither. Could have been dangerous assuming it happened really”

“Did anyone call the cops for you?”

“I didn’t steal the dog,”

“Then you suddenly changed to someone strange and scared the hell out of the poor dog.” She said as she started towards the bedroom.

“I wish you got to know who I think the dog was.” He whispered to himself.

Kenneth’s Version

They had gone dead silent and moody for the rest of the evening after hearing Kenneth’s marriage definition. His mum had made it clear to him the next day that his version of the eight letter word had to be a family secret.

She made him promise he would never share that same explanation with anyone else because doing so would mean betrayal of family. She had given him rewards often to seal his lips.

Ever since Kenneth had noticed a change of attitude between his mum and dad. Strange enough, they had gone friendly, kissed often, snuggled, held hands and sometimes walked hand in hand.

He and his sister had watched from a distant, surprised and at the same time ashamed of the unusual behavior.

Now that his sister had come up with that same word, wanting to know what the actual meaning could be, he had to find a way to refine his former definition hoping his sister won’t tell.

“Promise me you’ll keep it a secret,” Kenneth said. His little sister nodded.

“Marriage happen when two people,” he whispered, “a man and a woman come to live together to make babies,” he paused to think. “But after a while,” he continued,”they begin to yell at each other, fight, punch and kick things,” he paused to look at his sister’s gloomy face. “The good part is, in the end they become friends and happy.”

He finished with his index finger over his closed lips and had to stalk his sister to be sure.