Last night I dreamed about this dark blue sweatshirt I have (had) with a Zion’s National Park image and words on the front. My parents got it for me when they visited a few years ago.

I didn’t remember the dream until I opened up my wardrobe and it was the only one in the drawer, so I pulled it out and put it on. In the dream the sweatshirt was being destroyed somehow, by a grinder or a toilet or something. Flushing down and chopping up. Not sure. That is the only thing I remember.

Later on today I watched a dog get hit by a car. I took the sweatshirt off, put it over him, gathered his broken body up and took him to the closest vet. So, not sure if my dream was a prediction or not, but the sweatshirt is now gone and ruined. I will miss it. I will miss the poor Italian Greyhound even more, though I didn’t know him. The vet told me his name was Gratzy after they contacted his family.

I’m sorry little baby boy.