The night air carried a chill, a harbinger of the approaching storm. Typhoon Feria loomed, and as the winds picked up, I found myself drifting into a deep, dreamless slumber. 

When the visions finally came, they were shrouded in a cryptic haze, as my dreams so often are. Fragmented scenes played out, their meanings obscured, at least at first.

Hundreds of dogs filled an enclosure, their barks and frantic movements betraying their distress. I watched, a mere observer, as some unseen force began to pull them away, one by one. In an instant, all but a handful had vanished, spirited away by this mysterious presence.

Then, it happened again. The remaining dogs were being tugged, torn from the enclosure by that same invisible force. Without thinking, I reached out and snatched one of them, cradling it in my arms. A voice shouted at me to let it go, but I ignored the command, turning on my heel and hurrying home.

Once there, I held the dog close, hugging it tightly, as if it were a lifelong companion, raised from puppyhood. Its trembling body pressed against mine, a living talisman against the strange forces that had tried to claim it.

As I awoke, the dream's meaning remained elusive, its symbolism a riddle to be unraveled. But the feeling of that warm, furry body in my arms lingered, a reminder that sometimes, we must defy the unseen currents that try to sweep us away.