PitbullLOVE
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I was walking in the neighborhood I grew up in. I was walking two dogs (I am a dog trainer), correcting them as they pulled on the leash and disobeyed. A man was walking behind me with his dog, who was acting crazy and yanking on the leash, dragging the man and it looked as if the dog was walking him, not the other way around.
I thought, “The longer you allow the dog to run rampid, the more trouble the dog will cause,” which applies directly to my emotions – the longer you allow them to brew inside of you, the longer you stuff them down inside, the worse and worse they will churn and churn like lava in a volcano until they erupt.
I found the house I grew up in, and all of the sudden I was inside. The inside of the house was shaped like an octagon, a door on each wall, and plastered with pictures I had drawn as a child. I walked out of one of the doors, the grass that was once perfectly kept in our once beautiful yard was overgrown and over ridden with weeds, but beautifully green.
I dropped the dog’s leashes to allow them to run. I now heard the sound of a lawn mower getting closer and closer and I became very scared. I looked around in every direction but I could not see the lawn mower and now the grass had grown so high I could not see, and sticker bushes were climbing towards me. I turned and there stood a man, lawn mower in his hands. The man was absolutely beautiful, with sculpted muscles on a dark tan body and piercing yellow eyes.
I was frozen in fear. (I am a rape survivor). But something had changed inside of me, and I reached out to him for help. I climbed over his shoulders, and he lifted me over the tall grass and sticker bushes, into the beautiful bliss I had once known in my childhood.
I thought, “The longer you allow the dog to run rampid, the more trouble the dog will cause,” which applies directly to my emotions – the longer you allow them to brew inside of you, the longer you stuff them down inside, the worse and worse they will churn and churn like lava in a volcano until they erupt.
I found the house I grew up in, and all of the sudden I was inside. The inside of the house was shaped like an octagon, a door on each wall, and plastered with pictures I had drawn as a child. I walked out of one of the doors, the grass that was once perfectly kept in our once beautiful yard was overgrown and over ridden with weeds, but beautifully green.
I dropped the dog’s leashes to allow them to run. I now heard the sound of a lawn mower getting closer and closer and I became very scared. I looked around in every direction but I could not see the lawn mower and now the grass had grown so high I could not see, and sticker bushes were climbing towards me. I turned and there stood a man, lawn mower in his hands. The man was absolutely beautiful, with sculpted muscles on a dark tan body and piercing yellow eyes.
I was frozen in fear. (I am a rape survivor). But something had changed inside of me, and I reached out to him for help. I climbed over his shoulders, and he lifted me over the tall grass and sticker bushes, into the beautiful bliss I had once known in my childhood.
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