I'm aware that Oscar Wilde is reputed to have said that the most terrifying words in the English language are — "I would like to tell about you my dream." But I'm going to report on last night's dream anyway, because it's so bizarre and interesting (at least to me).
I'm sitting at a table in a restaurant with my ladylove. Actually, it's not exactly a restaurant; it's more like a nightclub of the kind that's familiar to me only from 30s films, not from real life. Small tables in a very large room, patrons wearing fancy slick clothes — men in dark evening wear, women in shimmering white. Low chatter. Everything normal except that wandering among the tables is a giant African lion, male, with an intimidating mane and a long swishing tail.
I say to my lady, "I don't like the looks of this. That lion could easily carry off a small child." End of dream, or at least, end of what I remember.
Once again, it's clear that my nighttime self is far more imaginative than my pedestrian daytime self, who would never in a million years have thought to introduce a whopping big lion from the Serengeti into an ordinary restaurant. I'm not nearly so visionary. Does the dream have any meaning? An obvious interpretation is that even places safe for recreation can be dangerous. Or, conversely, that dangers can be domesticated and made safe. Take your pick.
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