DREAMS

Hanging around with two men - they may have been characters from some fandom or program; I can't quite recall who. I do know they were guys I kind of admired in some way. Like gentlemen hunters. We all had found or captured a wild pig somehow - and I patted it a bit and it seemed to feel safe with me. I knew, however, they had wanted to kill it (being hunters). I began to feel quite bad about them killing it (it was actually a rather nice creature). I was most concerned they would muff the killing part and it might suffer. One assured me they would do it so it died instantly. (I got this impression of the two pointing guns right at its head which would, yeah, have done the trick).

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I was with two creatures - cats, I think. But some kind of wild ones. Certainly very aggressive, trying to fight each other. One was already hurt - some sort of superficial skin/muscle damage, more like a friction scrape; I think I saw it lash out at the other creature. I think I then tried to seperate the two and to medically help at least one of the creatures. I first blotted the wound best I could with some toilet paper (there was some weepiness maybe from an imflamed area), then tried to put on some stuff I thought was either noxema or 'desitin' (cod oil-based diaper rash ointment). Whatever it was, I got the feeling it would be soothing. I managed to smooth some ointment on one wounded area but the creature pulled away, merely from the discomfort of having the wound tampered with. I was following it around in the hopes that it would calm down enough to be tended to again.

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I felt I drove home (maybe on a bicycle rather than a car) from a town next to my childhood home town, starting from this intersection where there seemed to be a cop directing traffic, then along this foresty dirt road (others were using it, too), which turned out to be a short cut home. I was quite pleased by this new route I had discovered. I seemed to run into my 'mother' out doing some yard work or some sort of chores as I neared the house, as if approaching from across the fields we have.

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I came to this building that seemed to be a fairly large structure, but more a gazebo-like place, without walls going all the way to the ground. At least at first glance. I got that it was some sort of over-night inn for travelers and there suddenly seemed to be people about. I went inside and the situation seemed to quickly devolve into a 'giant menacing the place and its inhaibitants' scenario. I remember deciding to stay inside where I'd be safe, but knowing there was a husband, wife and baby combo caught outside by one giant. I think the husband was taken away as a prisoner, and I saw what seemed at first a large 'crack', a place where the wall did not meet the other wall, ansd invited the woman and her child inside. She entered, not happy but grateful for the shelter. Suddenly, though, the crack seemed to be a proper door, and I shut it. Others entered the room from that direction shortly thereafter, one of them apparently my 'mother', who made mildly critical comments about me having left some clothing (over which others were now walking) on the floor. I considered that pickily critical, given the circumstances. So suddenly there were lots of people around, sticking together due to these giants who were lurking. Now I felt we were in an interior room. I heard voices and wondered if other escapees were about - or if it was a trick to get us to venture out and get caught by the giants. I opened one door a crack to peek and saw some glimpses of people in a room across the way - and maybe cigarette smoke as well, curling up. Some of us ventured forth at that point, I think, to meet up with the others. Eventually the giants seemed to have left.

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This next 'scene' seemed to segue from the last. I suddenly seemed to be in a room with a woman and her 'father'. He was looking at some 'cartoon' portrait that he claimed was himself (though it looked more like caricature - kind of a lumpish face, like some Dick Tracy villain), and that meant the artist (also a woman) knew something about him, knew too much, as it were. I started to think he was some gangster who would order the artist bumped off or something, and was trying to let his daughter, who knew the artist, down easy, and I wasn't in the mood to hear that sort of talk...so I started to leave the room.