Dreamed of a family living in a large old Victorian house
The basement was HUGE. There was a door on the wall opposite the end of the stairs - in a straight line up the stairs to the door into the big old kitchen. Behind that door was ... a forest. There was a narrow path that led down to stream with a small sandy beach. Like most dream spaces, though, there were elements of being inside - as though the forest were contained in a building. I suspect that is a sign that one is Underhill, though, as well as being typical of dream logic. Because of the feeling of being inside and outside at the same time, M thought that it was simply some sort of root cellar (he hadn't explored further than the first area).
So you can imagine his surprise when something started knocking on that door on the other side. When it was opened, a huge black canine bounded out playfully, tongue lolling, prancing about as if trying to entice someone into a game of stick or ball. M thought it was a dog, I knew it was a wolf. I gave it a bowl of yogurt and persuaded it to go out the front door. That sounds very calm and reasoned, but in truth, I was very frightened and I very much did NOT want a wild wolf running around in my home.
Next through the door came a big brown bear. No way M could think THAT was a dog! Again, I gave it a bowl of yogurt and persuaded it to go out the front door.
Then came the most adorable kitten. Pure black, big eyes, surprised exclamation point of of a tail. However, it was a panther kitten and it's parents showed up pdq. Dad panther was pretty cool and seemed okay with the usual routine of heading out the front door, Momma panther was bit more suspicious and angrier and considered staying right where she was (in the living room) and making it into a real family den.
That's probably why the three of them were still hanging around when the animal control people came by responding to reports of wild animals in the area. I tried to tell them that they'd come from the basement and what was behind the door, but M managed to talk fast and keep me from saying much.
So you can imagine his surprise when something started knocking on that door on the other side. When it was opened, a huge black canine bounded out playfully, tongue lolling, prancing about as if trying to entice someone into a game of stick or ball. M thought it was a dog, I knew it was a wolf. I gave it a bowl of yogurt and persuaded it to go out the front door. That sounds very calm and reasoned, but in truth, I was very frightened and I very much did NOT want a wild wolf running around in my home.
Next through the door came a big brown bear. No way M could think THAT was a dog! Again, I gave it a bowl of yogurt and persuaded it to go out the front door.
Then came the most adorable kitten. Pure black, big eyes, surprised exclamation point of of a tail. However, it was a panther kitten and it's parents showed up pdq. Dad panther was pretty cool and seemed okay with the usual routine of heading out the front door, Momma panther was bit more suspicious and angrier and considered staying right where she was (in the living room) and making it into a real family den.
That's probably why the three of them were still hanging around when the animal control people came by responding to reports of wild animals in the area. I tried to tell them that they'd come from the basement and what was behind the door, but M managed to talk fast and keep me from saying much.