Roar

I've been having some crazy dreams lately and felt I at least ought to write them down somewhere. First, I need to say that I have this talent for when a dream gets too scary to wake myself up. My dreams are pretty messed up sometimes and it's really a necessity. I don't like being chased, and there can be some pretty intense chase scenes in my dreams. And as I've mentioned before, I have no problem dying in my dreams, contrary to folklore. I don't like it very much, so I wake myself up when it gets too scary.

Dream is as follows, from where I remember it: I am sitting on in a cabin-esque hut, on a bed next to the door, waiting. I can look over to where my family has been mauled by something, except for my mom who is kind of still alive. She tosses me one of those big two spronged fork things to add to my weaponry collection of one big knife. I am in pouncing position waiting for the perpetrator to strike again. I can hear tremendous growling outside the door. In jumps the largest lion I have ever seen (because my experience with lions is vast). I sit, tense with anticipation, but hope I can just run away. But, I sneeze (this is clearly taken from a commercial I have seen) and the lion leaps at me. I am stabbing relatively calmly at the lion's neck, but he is starting to eat me. It hurts tremendously. I most certainly am about to die, but I am struggling to take this lion down with me for killing my family. I wake myself up.

My side hurts tremendously from where I dreamt the lion took a huge bite out of me. I mentally shake off the dream and go back to sleep. Then, I am walking in a field with friends. We are laughing about something, but I have that feeling. The feeling something is behind you, and it's trouble. I simultaneously shove my friends into a little dip in the woods and turn around to fight the lion I know is there. This time, I kick said lion's butt. Of course, this time I only have a tree branch that I am frantically beating it with. I (gore coming...) finally stab my lethal tree branch through its exposed heart (I warned you) and turn to look for my friends. But I had accidentally missed the fact that while I was killing my lion, its friends were eating my friends. I wake myself up.

I shake it off, fall back to sleep and am in Fiji walking in the waves. Ah. It's dusk and I am sublimely happy. I sit in the waves and just watch the sun go under the horizon and just when it does, a lion eats me. It hurt a lot. I woke up. I sense a trend. Why am I dreaming about lions killing my loved ones and myself??