College Happenings

Last night I had a dream I killed a mountain lion with my hands. I felt terrible about it.

I dreamed I was on a ranch and a mountain lion came down from the mountains. In my dream my cat Daryl was out in the barn and the mountain lion spotted him. I hollered at Daryl to hide, but being Daryl he just purred and rubbed his head on the edge of a horse stall.

I kept yelling at him, but it was no use. The mountain lion was ready to pounce. So I grabbed it around the neck and held it back. I was trying to get help and keep the lion under control. Soon it became evident that the lion was going to break free from my grip, so and this is sad, I saw a nail sticking out of the wall of the barn. I took the lion by the neck and pushed his neck against the nail and he hung there dying. Isn’t that horrible!!! Why would I dream that?

The lion was so pretty in my dream and I felt aweful for killing it. I was glad Daryl was safe but sad that it was at the expense of such a beautiful animal.

Maybe I ate something wierd yesterday and that caused the dream. Who knows. I am glad it wasn’t real, cause the lion probably would have torn me and Daryl apart.

Odd.