I was sneaking around my own house in the darkness of the night with, I couldn't quite tell, but I could sense it was probably a small black dog as a partner. The lights were switched on, indicating that there was someone in there. We climbed up to the flat roof balcony. The black dog watched me, panting quickly and lolling its tongue out as I carefully hung down by the railings and peeked through the window below. I saw some bad people inside my very own house and a feeling of fear mixed with the need to fight them off sparked inside me.
Suddenly, I perked up as I sensed or heard something at the front of the house. My little partner heard it too. We quickly scurried down the steps, hoping the villainous people did not hear us or that noise in front. I was startled when I saw Pixie's mate (whom I have always dubbed George for some reason) slip through the front gate with something in his mouth. I don't know what exactly it was, but I quickly recognised it, for it had Pixie's sense of familiarity. Was it part of her? Her essence? I really don't know.
At first I was slightly infuriated by the fact that George had it with him, and not me. I wanted to grab it away from him, but he was the one who dropped it and looked at me as if he wanted me to have it anyway. Confused, but grateful, I took it. George gave me a look that clearly said, "I am not your enemy." I stared at him and ran to the back of my house again.
I found George had already reached there before me. He was sitting calmly. My partner and I almost got into a fighting stance, as we thought George was challenging us, but he assured me again that he was on my side. He seemed to encourage me to go up and save my house from those bad people and that he would stand guard here for me.
As I placed a foot on the staircase, I looked at him again, feeling sorry for almost accusing him of being the bad one earlier, as well as thankful for helping me despite that. He ushered me to go up, so I did.
And the dream somewhat ended there, I think.
He was clearly guiding and aiding me in my mission.
According to the dream dictionary,
If you are being guided by a dog, it suggests that you are having difficulties in navigating out of a situation or problem.
That is so true... I'm really in a bit of a pickle right now. Sigh.
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