17/09/2011
I know I dreamt a lot, but I can only recall the events of the very last scene. We were in some house in the woods. It couldn’t have been Florida; it seemed more like Maryland. The house had something like a miniature barn behind it. The barn had steps in the back of it leading out into the woods. There was a motherly head of the house and a few young tenants with me. One of them was tough and a bit wild. I don’t recall any of their names.
There was a danger of encountering predacious animals if you stayed outside long enough. I believe the previously mentioned rebellious youth was being scolded by our “mother” while I was standing outside the barn looking out into the woods. I was looking for the animals; I wanted to see one of these dangerous predators for myself. I spotted a number of squirrels and raccoons. The small animals were unnaturally big in my dream: the squirrel was the size of a small dog. I was disappointed with my find and kept watching. I then saw a small bear the size of large dog. It was eating something, I can’t remember what.
I, content with my discovery, turned back towards the barn. As I did, I saw the wild one and he was pointing behind me. I returned my gaze to the woods to find a black wolf staring me down about 20 feet away from me. I never run in these situations, believing that tat would only be instigation for a chase, but for some reason, I believed if I got to the steps it would not attack me. I made it to the steps and turned back to se the wolf about a foot behind me. I quickly kicked off my shoe and hit the wolf in the face to avert its bite. The wolf ran passed me and cut off my escape, glaring at me menacingly. Now the wild one had stepped down to assist me in warding off the wolf. I remember him telling me that I couldn’t fight it; wolves are too fast for us to dodge their attacks. I told him not to worry as the wolf came in for his attack. As it approached, I swiftly circled it to the right, waiting for it to leap. As it crouched, I slowed my movements and got low, holding my shoe in my right hand. The instant it leaped for my throat, I exploded to the right, throwing my right arm into the jaws of the wolf, pushing it away from my face. I received a wound to my arm but it wasn’t very serious. This process repeated itself many times, punctuated by it occasional attack on the wild one. The wild one fought off the wolf through brute strength alone. The wolf was growing tired and I had been contributing to its fatigue by kicking at its legs. I had also been attacking its face with the shoe, but after a short while of that, it bit my shoe and threw it away. This made the next dodge much more difficult, yet I accomplished it. After throwing the wolf off of me, I proceeded to kick it in the head numerous times. All the blows to the head and legs finally got to the wolf and it fell over. It was still trying to bite us. The wild one then began to mercilessly beat the wolf, which now for some reason had become a small tiger. I stood between them to protect the now severely wounded tiger, telling the wild one that we shouldn’t kill animals; we are to take care of nature. He reluctantly backed down.
I carried the tiger to “mother” and she told us to put him in the barn. I began to walk with it there. I think it licked me on the way there. I began thinking that it would be nice if we could be friends. I got to the barn and immediately realized that I would be endangering the other animals in the barn by leaving the tiger here so I took it to the next room. The barn ha two parts: the main room and a sort of antechamber that lead to the steps. I laid the tiger down in the antechamber. Then I woke up.
