I awoke this morning to an assembly of women. They had gathered together for the healing of one of their members. The failing women was on a stool on the stage dressed in a flower dress, and those near and dear to her were in a group off to stage right. I was among them. As the healing ceremony began, the dear group began to circle the woman, and then to dance around her. As we danced, women passed in between myself and the failing woman, and as they passed, she changed. First her dress changed to a black robe, then she had two heads, side by side. Failing woman's head  had hair of silver, and the new woman's head had hair of black. The dear group danced away and left me alone with the failing women, and the two heads continued to morph into two Weimaraners, one of silver hair and one of black. As I danced in between them, the silver dog danced away to stage left and the black dog and I exited center right, towards my viewing point. The last image I retained was the brown eyes of the black dog.

For me, dogs have always stood as friends in my dreams.