There’s a dream I have every now and then, when I am particularly stressed about something that’s going on in my life. It always starts the same, with a sudden jolt to my system as I visualize myself (an out-of-body experience, sort of) being chased by a HUGE dog in the same back yard I grew up with until I was about eight or nine years old. I see my mother’s lilacs, and the play equipment. I see the field in the background. And the dog… it’s not a furry dog. More like a gi-normous greyhound. I feel my heart beating out of my chest as I try to run faster and faster away from the dog, until I wake up as suddenly as I fell into the dream, completely out of breath and sweating like nobody’s business. I can’t figure it out.