I know you have dogs too, so you know how distressing this dream would be.
I've been plagued with a recurring nightmare.
I'm camping with my entire family at our place
on the Yaak River. A storm sets in. Everyone is accounted for except for my dog Jake. I call and call for him... no luck. The rain subsides and I'm still off in the woods looking for Jake. I come to a clearing and I can see distant hills on fire. I immediately surmise that Jake is there and rush towards the fire.
I plow through the woods and the point I happen to come upon is a neighborhood of sorts. There are three or four homes in a cluster. I call for Jake in vain and somehow realize that there are children in the home closest to me. I call for help to no avail.
The cabin fartherst from me seems like a place I need to go. As I run up I can hear children crying.
The rear of the home where the children are becomes engulfed in flames. I rush into the home, up to the second story and drop the eldest child onto the ground in front of the house. I tell her she has to wait where she stands and help me get her sisters. I pull all of the children out of the house onto the first floor roof.
A Park Ranger shows up (in a 1968 Bronco with fender cutouts, a blown 289, aWarn 9,000 lb. winch and a 4" lift [suspension] and only this once). He tells me I'm not authorized to do what I'm doing. I tell him to get fucked. I continue handing the little girls from the roof, down to their older sister. I get down on the ground and think about Jake. I call for him and wake up.
