Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake's poem has been quoted ad nauseum, especially this first stanza. What else could have come to my mind when I got up this morning having spent the night, early and late, dreaming of wild animals? They were African animals and I know tigers are not African but still... In the wee hours I awoke having had my head in the mouth of a leopard which sat on my back, it's clawed forelegs clasping my shoulders. Other people were nearby and I knew they would save me, I had a contained fear and somehow knew something was preventing the leopard [whose name was Ava -- don't ask how I knew, such is the logic of dreams] from piercing my skull. I awoke shortly after I heard a loud report of a gun which I knew killed Ava. I went peacefully back to sleep only to awake about 5:00 having dreamed of being in a lawn of a suburban house which was filled with wild African animals including a gorilla that I knew to be dangerous. There were others around also. I and one other person dashed to a house across the street from which we watched the animals wandering about. These are bare bones descriptions of both dreams. My dreams are usually full of visual details and these were. I had dreamed the latter scene recently - often dreams are such that I know they're recurrences.
I don't usually relate my dreams and I'm not going to try to analyze this [in a blog, although I will in my head]. The wonderful thing is that they were not terrifying, not nightmares. I knew even at the end of the leopard dream I would be taken to a hospital and cared for. Whence this equanimity? I'll think on it. Maybe write a poem tonight.
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