Andy was attracted to the metal door of the hotel room and standing at full attention, since he was hearing other Inn guests walking outside passing our door as they went to have their continental breakfast in the Inn’s lobby. Without a growl or other warning Anderson thundered with a great bark. He pulled it up from deep within his belly and he shook the walls of our room. The sound vibrations struck my chest and reverberated through my lungs causing a great startle. My wife Paula and I quickly called to him and commanded him to be quiet. He looked back towards us as if for assurance and then turned his head to the metal door, keeping his stare and attention to the door, as if seeing through the door the outside sounds. He truly discovered he could speak with affect and authority.
We were concerned he had disturbed the neighbor, those staying in the next rooms. How could they not be disturbed for it sounded like thunder!
My wife left the room. I called Anderson to the bed side and told or asked him to lie down on the floor, as he was getting excited by new voices passing by outside and he was taking threatening breaths preparing to bark again.
I placed my left hand over his right shoulder and tucked it under his neck and over his heart to console him, to reassure him. He liked this contact. He quickly calmed and appeared to be rapidly entering sleep and dreams. As I closed my eyes in relief and began to relax myself, in my mind’s eye I saw him on the floor to my left below me, and out of his body came another subtler body or form of him. It was the form of a young boy though, and there then emerged out of the boys form a young girl. She stayed close to Andy, in front of his head. The boy though quickly moved in front of me and around my right side; then, came up behind me and put his two hands on my back at the shoulders. I could feel the tenderness, and concrete contact – just as if being touched by the hands of a young boy. I had felt this before; it was the paws of Anderson, which I experienced the first time he entered my dreams. The first time, though, was on the front of my shoulders when he had jumped on me and stared at me in the eyes.
This time, as he turned into the form of a boy, it felt the same in many ways; but, this time it felt as if energy was gently pouring out of his hands into the back of my shoulders, a warmth, a flowing of energy through contact, not intentional, just his nature.
I drifted further inside and then I felt a tug at my left hand. It was as if there were a cord attached to my hand and to Anderson. A vision of the green-grass field in front of our room came into my mind’s eye, and Anderson was pulling me by the left hand to the field in his dreams to play and dance in the morning light. I then realized that Anderson, when he joyfully jumped, ran and twirled in grass, was dancing in the rays of the sun.
Since then I have secretly called him – though now not so secret with this story sharing – Dancer in the Light.
This was his desire I realized, to go out and play in the sun, and the grass. As I was thinking that later we would go out and do exactly that, the subtle form of a short, pudgy man came right through the wall of the hotel room. Of course this was a man’s dream body that came through the wall. The man had black hair on a balding head and wore a colorful shirt hanging out over his short pants. He came directly towards Anderson as if to check him out and see what the noise or barking was about. At the moment this man in his dream body entered the room Anderson made a disturbed sounding growl, and lifted his head.
I knew this man was checking our room – in his dream. I knew as I watched this, that I was watching Anderson’s and the man’s mutual dream through my inner, dream eyes.
Later that morning while packing our van, which had a metal cage for Anderson, I noticed a man out of the corner of my eye, to the left of me, approaching and opening his trunk. I took little notice even though he spoke to me, saying good morning. I responded back, and mentioned it was a nice day, sunny, even though it had been raining like a monsoon up north. He did not answer, and as I considered this, I remembered the dream of the short, pudgy man entering the room through the wall. I looked at him with a slight turn of my head, and it was the mutual-dream man – black hair on a balding head, red and dark blue or black checkered shirt hanging out over his shorts, short and pudgy.
Note: Above picture is Andy's father Frasier and sister Ann.