One noticeable aspect of most dreams I have written down, is the high instance of anxiety. In general, my life is filled with positive vibes and happiness. I would say that the majority of my days are good and I think anxiety does not play a major role. At points in my past though, this was the opposite. Perhaps my high anxiety during my dream state is a reflection of my past.... or of the conflicts that I need to sort through in my subconscious. Outwardly, I feel wonderful the vast majority of the time. Maybe I tend to ignore situations that cause stress, and my subconscious works it out for me with my dreams?
The night before last, I had an interesting dream. I captured it on paper and now I will write it's essence for you.
I was outside at a climbing area. I was both climbing for fun and working for a park to clean up the area (something similar to a trail crew). There was a large grassy, open, hill side in front of me. It went to the top of a small mountain. Behind me, there was a logging road (which looked more like a hiking path) amidst many evergreen trees. A typical East Kootenay montane forest view.
I was working really hard and the physical labour felt good. For some reason my cat Charlie was there with me. He kept running in front of me when I was carrying a large load. I almost stepped on him several times. I shouted at him to tell him to stay out of the way, so he ran under a picnic table that was sitting at the bottom of the hill.
Earlier in that day I had set my lunch out on that picnic table. I felt somewhat uneasy about the possibility of that smell attracting wild life. At this point though, I was working too hard to really notice my gut intuition.
Suddenly I could smell something very potent. It smelled like a rotting piece of flesh; sweet with the stench of decay. I looked up the hill and noticed a large black bear. He was walking towards the picnic table. I yelled at him... and he stopped. He looked right at me. He was beautiful. I did not feel afraid, instead I felt annoyed... but also awed at the same time. I yelled again and waved my arms above my head and pretended to be tough. The black bear took the hint and turned around to head back up the hill.... away from me and my food.
When I turned around back towards the road, I noticed movement in the corner of my left eye. I quickly turned my head in time to see a large grey coyote. It stared straight into my eyes, then sharply diverted it's gaze towards my cat Charlie (who was now sitting on top of the picnic table). I followed the canines view towards my cat and realized instantly that Charlie was in trouble.
Turning back to the coyote I started yelling and stamping my feet. I told it to leave. I pretended to charge at the animal but it stood it's ground. It had absolutely no fear of me. It was looking back and forth between me and my cat. And suddenly, it charged. It ran towards me and when I jumped out of the coyote's way, it swerved towards the picnic table. Charlie jumped up and poofed his fur. I told Charlie to stay where he was so that I could run to him and save him before the coyote reached the table. Charlie did not listen.
My cat jumped off the picnic table and bolted towards the hill. The coyote was even faster. I was chasing behind the predator and prey dance while hoping and praying that I could somehow catch my cat and bring him to safety. I yelled at Charlie again, urging him to stay still. He stopped and layed down. The dog was getting closer to it's meal. The coyote was almost on top of Charlie, when I shoved it out of the way and grabbed my cat into my arms. I immediately put him into my sweatshirt to hide him from the cunning predator.
Charlie was safe. The coyote realized he had lost, so he turned and left. My heart was pounding and my adrenaline was pumping. I brought my cat over to the truck I had parked on the trail.... and then I woke up.
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