In nearly all of my dreams, I am flying. This has been going on since I was a little girl, so that is nothing too new. Usually I'm flying superman style with one fist out, blazing through the sky like a comet. I've dreamt on at least 5 or 6 occasions that I have been using my gift of flight to save animals. The one that is bugging me the most is this one: I am flying in a sitting position, (different than the usual comet style) and in my lap is a little red baby fox. It is sitting calmly in my lap because it knows that I am trying to save its life, from what I don't know. I see below my feet a beautiful forest, which is vibrantly green to the point of looking unreal. I start to talk soothingly to the fox as we make our descent, and then the dream ends. I had another dreams where I am saving dogs from what looks like an african villiage; I can see the destruction all around. There are rats, bears, foxes, dogs, cats, all sorts of animals in my dreams lately. What is this about?
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