The rare dream
A few nights ago I had a dream. It was the most internally-consistent and plot-driven dream I have ever had, as far as I can remember. An excerpt:
A few friends and I were standing in a dark forest. Above us, silhouetted against a twilit cliff face was a large puma. It turned towards us and began to walk down the slope in our direction. We were, needless to say, a wee bit frightened. Then, about halfway to us, it veered off into a small hollow and laid down, pulling up the covers around itself and going to sleep. We took this at face value and continued talking until it asked us if we could please be a little quieter:, because it was trying to sleep.
It was a rather mystical dream, filled with more familiar faces than most of mine are. I appreciated that.