another sweat house dream
last night i dreamt that there was a baby zebra dying, floating down a river. but it was in the amazon and not Africa. then it made it onto shore and me, or i guess who i was in the dream, a feral child befriended it and tried to protect it from its hunters. so i hid it under a log and climbed a large tree. found a black jaguar and spooked it. the hunters thought it was me and shot at it and they fought. then i woke up, because my dad kept coming in the room to use the computer.