bunn (bunn) wrote,

Tiger dreams

In last night's dream, the wind blew over the fence of our tiger enclosure and the tigers got out. We lived in an extremely busy city centre, full of bustling people and shops, so this was very bad.  I rushed out to see what was happening, and heard screaming and saw someone being carried away trailing blood from horrible leg wounds.

I felt terribly guilty and rushed back into the house to see what was in the fridge that might be suitable to lure tigers with.  Fortunately, in a previous and more boring dream, I had bought two roast chickens, and they were still in the fridge.   I was a bit worried that the bones inside the roast chickens would hurt the tigers insides, but after all, people were being torn to pieces, so I decided to risk it, and put the roast chickens in my pockets and set out to look for the tigers.  There was no sign of them, and the screaming had subsided a bit, so I took the bus (I can't remember the last time I took a bus when awake.  My awake location is very short on bus services).

A little way down the street, I saw a jewellery shop with a broken window, and tigers moving around inside it: it was a beautiful sight,  brilliantly picked out by the warm evening light under dark purple clouds, with silver necklaces and rings trailing through the broken window which reflected the sunset, and inside, great golden-red tigers strolling about with their fur glinting bright in the sunlight when they passed the window, or shaded dark as they moved further inside the shop.

So, I got off the bus and was distracted by someone who wanted directions.  I suggested to them rather curtly that they might want to move along sharpish, because otherwise they might be eaten by a tiger, and as I was saying this, I felt something plucking at a pocket.  It was one of the tigers, wanting some chicken.  I was a bit worried that he might want to eat me, but fortunately he was tired of eating people and just wanted some chicken and to go home to curl up in bed.

When we got home  (me with three tigers trotting behind, eating bits of chicken on the way), Pp told us that there had been an alien invasion, and it was actually the aliens that had been causing the screaming, wounded people staggering out of buildings, etc, not the tigers at all!  What a relief.

I deduce that my subconscious is really quite worried that stripy Mr Brythen ran off yesterday morning on our walk and took about 15 minutes to come back, and is quite stern about the fact that this was probably because I forgot to take any treats with me.  I don't *think* he ate anyone or raided any jewellery shops though.
Tags: dog training, dream
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