2 Dreams: Mountain Lions and Fishing
I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately, but always forget about writing them down.
Mountain Lions:
This one took place at the old farm. Though a lot of the details are somewhat fuzzy. The only details I can remember is somehow a mountain lion got into the house, and I believe was going after my dog. I grabbed the 12-gauge shotgun of my grandfathers and was scrambling to find a bullet, while the thing was trying to swipe at me too. I eventually found two, shot it and killed it, and had to figure out how to take my dog to the hospital on foot.
I blame that one from watching “When good animals go bad” the other night.
Fishing:
I was raft fishing along some river. My father was in the scene, but didn’t really show up till later. And I think two people from my MUD. We caught a couple whoppers, and even snagged a crocodile. Another group of older fisherman started to come after us, I’m not sure why, but we were paddling fast down the river to get away from them. We went through some rapids and my dad eventually fell off the raft and I grabbed him and told him to hang on. I think we eventually lost them and got to calm waters, but then I woke up.
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