I spoke out in my dream last night. It is unusual for me. I feel strongly about things but my habitual diffidence often means that I keep it to myself, though not to him. She and her partner were abusing their dogs, using a whip, that was circus-like in appearance (a kind of lion taming long black thin). Sitting down next to me, she began explaining how her animals were a trial and how she was a martyr to them. I stood up and gave her a piece of mind. She look surprised, as indeed was I.
