Even sixteen years later, this dream and the helpful greyhound still engage, refresh and guide me:
I am waiting in an airport check-in line. Even though travelers at the head of the line finish their check-ins and walk away toward the gates, I never move forward. I rush to the end of another line. The same thing happens. I try another. Again, my turn never comes. I have no idea what to do. I give up and slump into a chair.
A greyhound materializes out of the crowded terminal and walks toward me. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she sits down in the orange plastic chair beside me, tilts her head close to mine and says, “I understand your situation. You don’t have to stay here, you know, waiting for a turn that never comes. You don’t even have to go home. You could do a world of other things. It’s up to you.”
In the art of dream interpretation, very little can be pinned down to mean this or that. An exception is the appearance of animals in dreams. Animals are us at our deepest level. They present our instinctive selves, and the helpful animal is a great gift and a powerful ally.