Dream Journal 8-19-2010: Living in the Forest
So I had two dreams but I only remember the second.
I was a wildcat of some sort. I want to say a lynx. I was raised from a kitten by these people (who were basically an irl friend of mine and her mother), but when I got to large and wild I either ran away or they released me into the wild. I still lived in their backyard, usually staying just beyond their fence. The squirrels and birds who lived in the backyard were all terrified of me, but I hunted away from there so they really had no need to worry. The people had a dog too, who was my best friend/mentor sort of character.
One of the things I remember happening was that the backyard was running out of food, and all of the squirrels and birds were complaining. I climbed up into a tree and talked to a number of the birds who had all had nests fail. Then I found a small nest in a tree that had not failed, and the eggs began hatching. I watched them hatch (all six of them) and then we wondered where the mother was. There was a large ball of dust over to one side and I poked it, and the mother woke up. It was clear she was exhausted and weak, apparently her spouse had disappeared and stopped bringing her food, so I offered to go get food for her and the new hatchlings. I got down to the ground and started scratching around in the dirt, finding worms and bugs.
Later on we learned that there was this politician coming to our town. He was apparently also a very important animal leader figure too, because he was an shapeshifter of sorts. I tried to catch his eye at a speech he was giving to the humans, but I missed him. In order to get back to his carriage he transformed (into a squirrel by the way) and I caught up with him at the carriage-house. I convinced him we were having a bit of a crisis and he agreed to come with me. We got into his carriage and went to the backyard.
Even later a polar bear cub showed up out of nowhere. I was taking care of him, and feeding him and keeping him hidden from the family. Then the mother found him and demanded something be done because he was dangerous, even though he was just a baby and spent almost literally all his time sleeping. She gave me an ultimatum: that either I help her capture the cub to be released elsewhere or put in an animal sanctuary, or she gets a hunter in to shoot him. I tricked the cub into going into the backyard and this animal group captured him and took him away. I was really depressed for a bit but the dog that I was friends with snapped me out of it.
Then, apparently years in the future, somehow I managed to join the military in an upcoming war whatever country I was in was having. I don't know how I managed to, being a lynx and all, but apparently I was a bomb/min-sniffing lynx with training against canine units that our enemies were using. We were out in battle and I tore through this one enemy dog, and then we made it back to camp. My old dog friend/mentor came to visit. It was heavily hinted that this was towards the end of his life so I would never see him again, which was also really depressing. Then, in a fight with another enemy canine, I got pretty badly hurt and left to die. But there was some narration at the end of my dream that said something like "They should have just finished him (yes, him, I was male in this dream) off, because things left behind to die always reappear stronger than ever..." and then there was something about things being better in threes, which I think had something to do with my number of encounters with dogs? I dunno.
Then I woke up.
I was a wildcat of some sort. I want to say a lynx. I was raised from a kitten by these people (who were basically an irl friend of mine and her mother), but when I got to large and wild I either ran away or they released me into the wild. I still lived in their backyard, usually staying just beyond their fence. The squirrels and birds who lived in the backyard were all terrified of me, but I hunted away from there so they really had no need to worry. The people had a dog too, who was my best friend/mentor sort of character.
One of the things I remember happening was that the backyard was running out of food, and all of the squirrels and birds were complaining. I climbed up into a tree and talked to a number of the birds who had all had nests fail. Then I found a small nest in a tree that had not failed, and the eggs began hatching. I watched them hatch (all six of them) and then we wondered where the mother was. There was a large ball of dust over to one side and I poked it, and the mother woke up. It was clear she was exhausted and weak, apparently her spouse had disappeared and stopped bringing her food, so I offered to go get food for her and the new hatchlings. I got down to the ground and started scratching around in the dirt, finding worms and bugs.
Later on we learned that there was this politician coming to our town. He was apparently also a very important animal leader figure too, because he was an shapeshifter of sorts. I tried to catch his eye at a speech he was giving to the humans, but I missed him. In order to get back to his carriage he transformed (into a squirrel by the way) and I caught up with him at the carriage-house. I convinced him we were having a bit of a crisis and he agreed to come with me. We got into his carriage and went to the backyard.
Even later a polar bear cub showed up out of nowhere. I was taking care of him, and feeding him and keeping him hidden from the family. Then the mother found him and demanded something be done because he was dangerous, even though he was just a baby and spent almost literally all his time sleeping. She gave me an ultimatum: that either I help her capture the cub to be released elsewhere or put in an animal sanctuary, or she gets a hunter in to shoot him. I tricked the cub into going into the backyard and this animal group captured him and took him away. I was really depressed for a bit but the dog that I was friends with snapped me out of it.
Then, apparently years in the future, somehow I managed to join the military in an upcoming war whatever country I was in was having. I don't know how I managed to, being a lynx and all, but apparently I was a bomb/min-sniffing lynx with training against canine units that our enemies were using. We were out in battle and I tore through this one enemy dog, and then we made it back to camp. My old dog friend/mentor came to visit. It was heavily hinted that this was towards the end of his life so I would never see him again, which was also really depressing. Then, in a fight with another enemy canine, I got pretty badly hurt and left to die. But there was some narration at the end of my dream that said something like "They should have just finished him (yes, him, I was male in this dream) off, because things left behind to die always reappear stronger than ever..." and then there was something about things being better in threes, which I think had something to do with my number of encounters with dogs? I dunno.
Then I woke up.