| | My dream began somewhat normally. I was camping with Robby and the kids from school. Then I was at Q-Funk and nobody was around except some shopkeepers. They were setting up and wandering the halls and eating oily fried foods.
Down the hall came a huge striped tiger. I knew that it was looking for me. A Native American man, possibly in his late thirties to early forties, was walking down the hallway. He looked dejected, lost in thought, but at the same time he appeared to not have a care in the world.
I ran to him. "Please, help me!" I cried. "There's a tiger coming after me!" We went into a small shop and hid. He stood with his back to the hallway where the tiger was looking for me. I stood in front of him, in the shadows, against him. For some reason, he kissed me. It wasn't a totally sexual kiss; it was very affectionate. He was good company and a good protector, and I knew that he would hide me from the tiger forever if I wanted him to.
The tiger was lurking in the hall and I knew that it would never go away. The Indian man was there for me; he wasn't going to let anything happen to me. At the same time, I suddenly realized that this was something that I had to take care of on my own. I couldn't rely on him forever, because there was no point. The tiger would always be there, no matter what he did.
So I ran.
I ran down the hall, leaving the man behind. The tiger spotted me and gave chase. I was terrified. I knew that if the tiger caught me, he would consume me, and I assumed that that would be a bad thing. I acted on instinct. I ran out of the building and across a grassy field. Soon, I was running under tall trees. The sun was beating down on me and I was naked. The tiger didn't let up. I decided that I needed to fly, so I tried it.
I attempted to control the outcome of my dream. I imagined into existence these fantastic white feathery wings. I forced these wings to lift me into the air, above the trees. Despite my mental control, I kept dipping down from the sky, and whenever I grew close enough, the tiger would snap at my heels. Then I would fly a little bit higher. The tiger never stopped running.
Eventually, I reached an interstate. I wanted to be protected, confined. So I imagined my car on the interstate, and I flew above the road until I saw it, and I jumped, and I landed in the driver's seat. Then I was driving my car, and I was protected by a metal shell, and I was temporarily safe, temporarily in control.
The dream ended as I drove down the road as fast as I could, surrounded by other cars that were driving equally fast. Despite this, I knew that the tiger was still chasing me, and that he would never give up.
The tiger will never give up on me; he will always be behind me, watching me. And when I step out of the door, away from the comfort of my universe, he will be there to consume me.
I think that the next time I dream of the tiger, I will let him have me. |
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