Bad Dream

Last night I had a very bad dream.  A nightmare, really.  But short.  Happened fast.  At least that's all I can remember.

I dreamt that my niece's dog, Brady, was put in a kennel and when I went to get him, the vet tech. said he had died.  Then I went to a little wire crate where he was lying in an curved ball with his eyes closed yet looking big and brown and liquid-y.  Like two big brown almond-shaped limpid pools of dead dog.

It was horrible.  Then, I woke up.

Wonder what bad dreams mean?  My guess is that it's the psyche's way of working out stressful situations; dealing with anger or fear or negative emotions somehow.  Or empathy.
Compassion and caring for someone, a way of sorting through that which we cannot fully understand.  A way of coming to terms with confusion or ire. 

I heard he recently had surgery on his jaw. For a little Jack Russell, that's significant, as his mouth is so small.  Maybe I'm worried about his recovery.  I hope he heals well and goes on to live a healthy happy life and that my dream is NOT an omen.