I was in a classroom with people I didn't recognize. There was an indian woman teaching something, but I'm not sure what. We all heard a meow coming from inside the wall of the classroom, and stopped class to look for it. It sounded like a kitten was stuck inside the wall.
I decided to open the classroom door to see if it was outside. Instead of a kitten, there stood a xoloitzcuintli puppy. It was badly emaciated and scarred and wounded. Obviously it had been mistreated pretty badly. It was hairless, except for a few patches here and there. I began to try and win its confidence so that I could help it, but the puppy was terrified. Scared, but still needing help and knowing it. It would come close, and then run away a little bit. Almost as if it was trying to get me to follow it. So, I did.
I got it into a space that it was kind of cornered in, and I somehow knew there was a vet office up some stairs from where I was. I ran up and barged through the office doors. There were many people waiting. It was like an emergency room at midnight on a full moon. The vet techs were frantic, and one rather large lady told me that they would not be able to help me that day. I told her the situation and begged her for a humane trap, so I could at least catch it and find someone who could help it. She gave me one with a little bag of food.
I ran downstairs to catch the puppy, put some food in the trap, set it all up, and within minutes the pup was in the cage. I picked it up and began to run to who knows where.
The next scene I was somewhere else, and I can't remember that part right now. But I came back to the puppy, and now I was in my home in Mexico. The puppy was well, and happy. It was healed in all ways, and I was happy to see it playing with my kittens.
I found out the next day at the Museum of Anthropology in Mexico DF that the Aztecs considered the xoloitzcuintli to be the animal that guided people to their underworld.