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As a young boy I had the same dream repeatedly. It starts off dark and my eyes are open but I can’t see. In these dreams I’m a child and I’m lost. All I can feel is the floor under my feet, I can’t bring myself to move without knowing where to go. My heartbeat is steady but a sense of panic starts to rise. Then something rushes towards me and brushes against my legs, it’s warm and fluffy. All I can make out is the glowing yellow-tainted gold patches of my visitor. There is a pull at my sleeve, I let the newcomer string me along because at least now I have somewhere to go. The patchy creature and I are on our way for what seems to be infinity, eventually I grow weary. I break away and put us to a stop. It’s still dark except for the glow from my companion, I don’t realize it has turned its face to me until I catch the gloomy glint of its eyes. It’s soft, serene gaze is mesmerizing, it is in this moment that I know I’ll follow it as long as it is willing to lead me. The glint disappears as it turns and heads onwards, this time there is no pull at my sleeve but I move anyways. The time I spent travelling was in a trance, so endlessly monotone that the instant it ended it became a short memory. I could not begin to describe the way that dark became light but I found myself with my guide, the ground and clear blue sky.
For the longest time I couldn’t determine what creature my guide was, it was a dog but not? It was only on Safari in Tanzania that I met it again. I caught its eye for only a moment before she scuttled into the bushes and I never dreamt of her again