Dr. Jung, Your Patient Is Ready

Dreamlog #3:

I'm visiting Pittsburgh to see some old friends. I'm walking the streets watching the new students come in and randomly bumping into my friends to catch up to them. My ex-girlfriend (from here, not college) is there too. She informs me she's seeing someone.

Some normal interaction with my friends there takes place.

I start to leave the city on foot with a cadre of people, one of which ends up being the guy she is seeing. It is a black man named Louis that I work with. He says he's 25. I know he is not. He is dressed like a stereotypical 25 year old black man. He does not dress like this. (In fact, I'm curious, consciously, why it was him, but nevermind.)

As we are walking out of the city, the terrain turns somewhat woodsy. My friends and I marvel at the cheetahs, leopards, and lions stalking the woods of South Oakland. Some are feeding, some are hunting. We come to a building that marks the passage from civilization to pure animal-land.

Louis comes over to confront me about me being in touch with my ex. I explain to him we're friends, and everything between he and I are cool because there's nothing between her and me that he needs to worry about.

We pass through to the last exit of the building; some people head toward the right to another set of buildings. I see a male lion stalk closely. I climb a tree to see it, and take off running when it looks at me. A long, scary chase ensues. (Apparently, even getting chased by a lion in dreams is cause for panic - and who can argue.) I am the only one seemingly being chased by the lion. Everyone scatters and eventually I turn to where everyone else had fled.

I get back inside the last building I had exited. Louis and my dog, Ollie, are the only ones from the group there. It has much the same layout as my house, only it is one story. Louis leaves through the way that would take him back to Pittsburgh. A cheetah cub has made it inside with me. It gets along with my dog. They run around the area together.

I look out a window near the door I am to take to leave. A smaller male lion with a fairly full mane plops down outside of it, facing a gorge, with a leopards head in maw, drops it casually (which makes it land with a loud thud), and starts tearing at the neck flesh to eat.

I go get Ollie and the cheetah cub because Ollie and I need to go. I let the cub out and slam the door shut. The lock and latch of the handle don't catch completely. The lion gets up and forces the door open with one shoulder, sliding a massive leg and paw in like a housecat playing from behind a couch. I lean on it to force the door against the lions leg. He removes his paw and I try to get the door closed again.

While leaning with my back against the door, legs braced on the wall to keep the lion out, I text my ex to see if Louis told her about the lion chasing me.

Boom, I am awake.

And this one was way too weird to NOT document.