i remember i had a dream a few years ago- where i was in one of the sides in a war (life), and i had this dog which belonged to me. it kept running away from me, and sometimes pausing to greet other soldiers, but continuously running away from me before i could get to it; i felt this sense of loss. i looked it up in a "dream book" and it had "dog" listed as being representative of "friend". i realised it was representative of my best friend who i was losing now that i was travelling, and soon we'd be at different universities. i knew we'd grow apart, and felt a sense of loss, but at the same time, life was the warzone, and despite my loss that was the more important thing. i realised that's how i view life- and despite the fact that me and that friend are now estranged, i still see life the same way.