Last week I had a weird dream. My best friend Mark and I (he's been dead almost ten years) were walking through the woods. We walked and walked until we got to a homemade trap made of logs, that we'd put there the day before. (I don't hunt and certainly don't trap.)
We slid open the door and the trap was full of foxes. The first two or three were grey foxes and they were dead. The one after that was a red fox we thought it was dead but it was just asleep. When we saw it was not dead and watched it wake up, we both thought it was going to tear into us. But it didn't. It looked at us and looked at the dead grey foxes. Then it hopped around and wanted to play. It was in the process of following us out of the woods, and Mark and I were talking about what we were going to do with it, when I woke up.
Like I said I DON'T HUNT. Mark has been dead for ten years. I seldom remember my dreams AT ALL, let alone days later. There could be some symbolism to the dream but for the life of me, I can't figure it out. It's not the first time Mark has come to me in a dream and when he does, we're always in the woods. Maybe next time he comes it will make more sense? Not sure why I felt compelled to share this one but like I said, it's remarkable that I remember a dream this vividly so there has got to be a reason I did.