I never really thought about this too much until today.

On the night of June 1-2 I had the absolute worst nightmare of my life. This is strange because Luba collapsed on June 3.

In the dream I was witnessing around 10 or so atomic bombs being dropped on the city where I lived. I was in a plane watching the bombs drop, and saw all of the areas in the city where my friends live get literally disintegrated. I felt so utterly helpless and was crying when I woke up.

I hadn't even really thought about the dream much, but the feelings in the dream were like the feelings of utter helplessness that I went through as my dear little buddy's body shut down within less than 48 hours.

Strange.

wow steph that seems like a vivid dream!! I wonder if on some level you "knew" that you were going to face some helpless situation!
I had a dream like you described--a "doomsday" dream. It did not have anything to do with my animals but much to do with my life at the time and I have never forgotten it.
I was having a "thing" with a man in real life R, but I knew he was not right for me--my true love was someone else (D), but things had not been going well for me and D so I had taken up with R.
--in my dream I was with R in a vw car--suddenly there was a huge sandstorm and the whole world was being consumed in sand! he couldn't see to drive anymore and he had to pull over to the side of the road, all the sand was everywhere--and we couldn't see anything at all anymore, the sand was now above the car and we knew it was the end, we were going to be without air soon, so he put his arms around me and said "well this is goodbye, I love you" and I answered--"I shouldn't be here with you, I am with the wrong man".
Talk about telling myself "the truth!" and I thought it was interesting too that I conjured up the problem of "sand" which I think represented time.
BTW I stopped seeing R!

Steph, I think our dreams do represent what our mind is telling us on a subconscious level as gingerspal has proved. Maybe you were aware that something awful was about to happen or were afraid that it would happen.

I frequently recall my dreams, and I used to dream about Duke a lot. They weren't always particularly nice dreams. He'd go missing or be hurt, but when I woke up I'd lift my head and see this dark lump on the duvet and I was instantly reassured. He normally woke up when I woke up, and as soon as he saw me looking at him he'd come up to my face for a good old cuddle. I am dreading these dreams returning and waking up to find they are true. I don't know how I'll cope.

On the plus side, since my boy passed on, I've slept surprisingly well. It's as if my mind goes into meltdown as soon as my head touches the pillow and I haven't remembered a dream since then. But I'm sure something is happening, because I do feel a little better when I wake up in the morning.

The night before last, I'm not sure if I was awake or half asleep, but I thought I felt something leap up onto the bed. It was only for an instant, and the 'thud' wasn't as heavy as Duke would have been - certainly not when he was overweight, but it was odd. I guess normally, I'd ignore it or not even notice it because my mind would think it was Duke whether it was or not, but at the moment it's as if I'm hypersensative to any noise or movement.