I saw small five dogs, lying still end to end, along the edge of the sidewalk. At first I thought they were dead, line up like that, all about the same size, mostly white with some light tan patches.
As they started squirming and wagging their tails, I realized the dogs were playing in a way I have never seen, like little boys playing a game they had imagined a moment before.
I looked to my left, and there were hundreds of puppies, coming up the road, shepherded by a few people. They were like the other dogs in size and color, and seemed happy with that joy puppies share in life.
My brother and I were on horses, and we were riding to the side of the road. I feared we might step on the puppies, but they moved around us like smooth stones in a river.
We rode up into a meadow, full of flowers like none I had ever seen or could imagine. Crystalline blue glass, strange geometries of changing light, bowing and nodding in the breeze.
Again I feared we would break them as we rode through the waving blooms, but none were touched. The color changes from the blue to a purple light in shapes I cannot describe, passionflowers reborn in a new world.
We were then sitting on the side of five steps, my father at the top, my brother at my side. They were wearing white Bridge Run tee shirts, mine was dark. We talked and laughed and there were no worries, no troubles, only happiness and joy.
I woke up and thought about this dream and whether or not this was my glimpse of heaven. My pets will be in my heaven, but this heaven of dogs would be one my brother would inhabit, and one he shared with me.
