There, in a remote corner of the room, a white poodle is asleep. its curly white hair silently rises and falls with each slow, deep breath. Its body is at rest, but Its legs twitch from time to time, as do Its pupils behind closed eyelids. The real world for People is no longer here with a set of rules and a schedule to follow, it has been completely replaced by canine fantasy. There are no restrictions in canine dreams as to where a dog may run, go, or be, there are no houses either, nor even roads, just the open plains of canine thought, action and the primal drives that motivate them.
In its dream, the dog represents freedom itself. It is attempting to catch an imaginary challenger, the wind, while running across a vast field. This wind has a scent of the wet soil, dry grass, and remoteness of farther expeditions. The dog feels no fatigue, on each leap, it effortlessly jumps over the obstacles of its imagination. The environment around it will become the blurred strips of green and gold, and the only reference point will be the swift movement of the atmosphere. Since the paws barely touch the surface, the dog creates an illusion of flying, which is not actual in its real life.
In the course of the night adventure the dynamics are constantly changing. Time in the dream becomes very slow. Every breath takes a longer duration of time; every step gets a very silky appearance, similar to moving through the water or through dense fog. The grass beneath becomes incredibly slow to move, the dewdrops suspended in the air become little crystalline balls. The sound of the wind passing through the ears transforms into an all-encompassing, smooth, lace-like mass which softly helps support the body of the running animal.
The slowdown produces a peculiar sensation of total tranquility and safety. The dog, at this instant, exists beyond the experiences of the past or the anticipation of the future. His paws begin to stir gently on the mat as sleep starts to recede. He issues one last deep breath which carries upon it into his present reality, the smell of the field where he has probably been playing earlier and also a feeling of being unrestrained. The wild yet lovely run after the wind in a place without the passage of time; this will be there in his eyes for some while even after he becomes fully conscious.
