Great is the door into the wilderness
The substance of recognition: fame will come.
Dream - I was in the Euless house where I grew up. Two large boys were killing extraordinary animals (eagle, ox, dragon, etc.) and left the corpses all around. I couldn't find my dog, Happy, and was very upset about this. I told my mother that Happy was very territorial and was likely to have gotten into a fight and then killed by other dogs. I then remembered that Happy sometimes just disappeared for days. My mother tried to comfort me by assuring me that Happy would return after the dogs had left.