Dream Journal
I stepped outside of my grandma’s house to call the dogs inside for the evening. On a tall cliff to my right sat a dog completely frosted over. I didn’t recognize it, but I was very worried that it would be dead because of being so frozen. I called to it, and it slowly became able to move.
It jumped down into my arms and I rubbed its fur roughly to get the dog war, I rub it to get it warm while calling for Max and Chilly. Melissa and a few of her friends emerged from trail in the woods with Max and Chilly. I asked where they had been and if they knew the dog. They didn’t recognize the dog, and they had been at the beach.