Last night I dreamed about this dark blue sweatshirt I have (had) with a Zion’s National Park image and words on the front. My parents got it for me when they visited a few years ago.
I didn’t remember the dream until I opened up my wardrobe and it was the only one in the drawer, so I pulled it out and put it on. In the dream the sweatshirt was being destroyed somehow, by a grinder or a toilet or something. Flushing down and chopping up. Not sure. That is the only thing I remember.
Later on today I watched a dog get hit by a car. I took the sweatshirt off, put it over him, gathered his broken body up and took him to the closest vet. So, not sure if my dream was a prediction or not, but the sweatshirt is now gone and ruined. I will miss it. I will miss the poor Italian Greyhound even more, though I didn’t know him. The vet told me his name was Gratzy after they contacted his family.
I’m sorry little baby boy. 
That’s a pretty heavy dreams. It seems you’re trying to attach to your subconscious. I’ve kept dream journals for years (after reading Carlos Castenada) and have had several occurences similar to the one you’ve just described particularly regarding an article of clothing.
That's a pretty heavy dreams. It seems you're trying to attach to your subconscious. I've kept dream journals for years (after reading Carlos Castenada) and have had several occurences similar to the one you've just described particularly regarding an article of clothing.