My name is Soren Sloth Briscoe Peterson and I'm a sixteen year old Dog Addict. In the way of dog addict i want to say that I have lots to do with dogs. My family breeds those not so cool little ones. Yet do i myself own three. A husky, Australian shepherd and border collie. I love my babies and i would die for them any day.
What i need help with is a terrifying dream i had.
If i may will i explain it. I was standing in a kind of dessert when suddenly An Aussie like my own came running and told me to follow him. Yes talking dogs. classic.
I followed him. i was the same height as him so i guess i was an dog too.
Well. he tried to flee from a medium sized very awkward wolf. (looked like an wolf)
I forgot everything from the middle of the dream. i remember him and i standing in an hospital like building and suddenly the lights where off and i found myself starring at him getting tortured by that white wolf creature. His ribs where like pushed in and broken and he could barely stand when this thing then ripped out his lung.
I woke up feeling sorrow and the first thing i did was spending hours with my own aussie. the thoughts are hunting me and i don't know what to do. I took a minute to sketch this dog. Fog sketch 3.jpg My girlfriend named him Fog because hes doing this to me. i can't think straight. i want to help him!
Well... i need to relax. Sorry for this messed up post. I hope somebody listens.