I had a really unsettling dream a week or so ago, one which I sincerely hope doesn't recur. I was walking down a street in France and I glanced across the road as something caught my eye - it was a severed dog's leg and tail. On looking closer, I realised the dog itself, a beautiful black and white border collie, was there, surrounded by all its severed limbs. He was just sitting there looking pleadingly at me, his ears flattened to his head. I walked past, panicking because I simply didn't know what to do. In my dream I knew no French, and didn't know how to get help for him.
The image haunted me for several days afterwards, because even though I knew it was just a dream, it had been so vivid, so startlingly real, that I continued to feel the guilt of not going to the dog's aid