just had a dream that turned into a nightmare. was at a party, with
other dancers, and a real live lion, full mane and all. He was
friendly to the guests hanging out in corners and pockets of people.
I wanna say he even danced some. There was a lot going on at this
party. I had a plane to catch, back to New York or something cross
country heading east. There was some worry for no good reason about
the flight. I introduced some people to some old school games, back
from the Atari. For some reason, I think it was Allen Kerr's
consoles; maybe it was his house where this party was happening... he
lives in San Francisco. I don't remember seeing him, but remembering
the gaming consoles leads me to sense that they were Allen's.
At one point, I dance in front of the lion, not overtly at the lion, but
the African music I was listening to earlier continues to echo in my
head now, and I feel it was playing during my dance. The lion took
notice, but did not dance. I did not dance for long, some fear had
entered my being and the room's dynamic had shifted.
I decided to turn and go up the stairs to my left, and looked
towards the lion to find further clues of his reaction with each step until he was out of sight. I knew he was
watching me watch him. Moments after I was upstairs finding my way,
the lion came thundering up the steps, looking confused as guests
greeted him as if he was another guest at the party. He looked
around, with new misunderstood emotion, and pounced, roaring with his
leap, into some woman leading with his great paws. Panic spread
through everyone into my heart and I failed to resist to wake up.
