dreams and dogs and insights, oh my

Last night I dreamt that my dog, Max the German Shepherd, drowned in my hot tub.  I felt horrible because in my dream I forgot I decided to give Max a treat since he had always wanted to get in the hot tub but I wouldn't let him cause I didn't want to soak in fur and dog saliva.  So I let him in and went about my day, something to do with people knocking at the door and taking care of business... and then Barry came home wondering where Max was and I remembered.  But it was too late.  Poor Barry had to really struggle to lift this huge, wet, soggy Shepherd out of the tub and carry it up the hill.  As he was struggling, I was watching, saying a prayer for Max and Max opened his eyes.  And then they closed.  I kept praying and they opened.. and closed... and opened.  This went on for what seemed like eternity until finally he started wagging his tail.  "Barry, he's alive!! he's alive!" Barry argued that it was just wishful thinking on my part but then finally had to admit it was true.

And then I woke up.

This dream is ridiculous for a multitude of reasons, not the least of is: I don't have a German Shepherd named Max.  I never had.  In fact, in the dream Barry remarks that although it was sad, at least it wasn't Bubba... a German Shepherd we had when we first moved into our home 28 years ago (28? Holy Moses) Secondly, I would never let a dog in my hot tub no matter how much it wanted to get in... ewww.  Although, Suki, my eskimo spitz did jump in the hot tub once.  Poor little thing almost drowned cause the jets were running to clean and we didn't know she jumped in and she couldn't get back out; she's a mini-dog.  She never did it again. I would assume a Shepherd could just climb out.

I guess probably the important part of the dream was the thinking the dog was dead, actually seeing it lying there under the water, motionless, and then it coming back to life.

Been seeing a lot of hawks lately.  Hawks are messengers.  I feel like I am getting a multitude of messages lately but I have no freaking clue what they mean.  Yesterday was the first day I had my house to myself in months.  When that happens, I tend to be a bit all over the place til I can simmer back down again.

Do you think simmering had something to do with it?  I kinda wanted to get in my hot tub... but now I'm afraid to open it... I should have never read Pet Cemetery when I was young.