Korpo
9th August 2010, 07:40 AM
We might be at some summer camp or something similar. This night we decide to go out and "poach." We're waiting in a ditch, surveying a forest clearing around us. For some reason I think "poaching" means to collect eggs (illegaly still). Maybe because of the term "poached eggs."
As I lie there a wild pig, looking similar to a warthog, parades her piglets out of a hole under a stump. I think "Now we're in trouble!" because a mother sow can get pretty aggressive but nothing happens. The clearing fills with animals trotting around in rows, it reminds me of a shooting gallery, but in 3D, with the rows of animals intersecting, etc.
Suddenly I realise this is what the hunt is about, and we're supposed to shoot them with bow and arrow. I remember going unconscious at this point, but I remember the taste of grilled meat in my mouth, thinking it is boar. In hindsight, however, it was a bit sweet and didn't seem gamey at all.
The next day I and others go out to hunt. There's an old co-worker with me, he's mighty chatty (both in dream and in physical reality). We're getting to the ditch, and I remind him to shut up so the animals will come, but he's kind of talking about shutting up, almost like in a silly cartoon.
However, something happened to the clearing. We're now at a tourist restaurant. As I look at the floor it looks like board-walk, and through the cracks you can see they lie on glass, and under the glass is the flooded forest floor. A guy who is with me spots something like a squirrel and draws his bow. As we walk home we compare our catches, and it seems like one of us has caught a small platypus. (It doesn't quite look like one, I guess, but I identified it as such in the dream.)
As we arrive someone has drawn a table on a big blackboard. I can decipher the numbers, but not the writing. It's supposed to be how much everyone caught so far. There also seems to be some value assigned to each item, like an amount of dollars. I know what the columns mean, but I cannot match it to the writing above. Then he asks me about what I caught and I tell that the day before probably nothing (as I could not recall what happened) and told him about the hunt today.
Now I'm in a completely different scene. It's a room full of candles of all sizes, all lit-up. It's some kind of exhibition. It's a beautiful light. I run around, blowing out some. I notice a woman who does the same, it's a fun game of mischief, blowing out candles at the candle exhibition. Somehow there's the idea that we get something if we blow out the candles on top of it. She runs over to a table on the side that is not part of the exhibition, but belongs to a private party. I mock her - "If you blow out all those candles, you still do not get to keep the groom!"
Now I stand in front of her and blow at a candle, but I'm already out of wind and so cannot blow it out. She wets her fingers and douses the candle. I protest that that is not part of the game.
I look down at the floor. There's an empty can of either hand or diaper cream. There's a picture of my toddler boy in there. Excited that he might be around I start to look for him.
I wake up.
I have little idea about this one. The quality of the light is usually a hint to the quality of the dream. I also have dreamed about platypuses once before, but then they were giant ones.
Oliver
As I lie there a wild pig, looking similar to a warthog, parades her piglets out of a hole under a stump. I think "Now we're in trouble!" because a mother sow can get pretty aggressive but nothing happens. The clearing fills with animals trotting around in rows, it reminds me of a shooting gallery, but in 3D, with the rows of animals intersecting, etc.
Suddenly I realise this is what the hunt is about, and we're supposed to shoot them with bow and arrow. I remember going unconscious at this point, but I remember the taste of grilled meat in my mouth, thinking it is boar. In hindsight, however, it was a bit sweet and didn't seem gamey at all.
The next day I and others go out to hunt. There's an old co-worker with me, he's mighty chatty (both in dream and in physical reality). We're getting to the ditch, and I remind him to shut up so the animals will come, but he's kind of talking about shutting up, almost like in a silly cartoon.
However, something happened to the clearing. We're now at a tourist restaurant. As I look at the floor it looks like board-walk, and through the cracks you can see they lie on glass, and under the glass is the flooded forest floor. A guy who is with me spots something like a squirrel and draws his bow. As we walk home we compare our catches, and it seems like one of us has caught a small platypus. (It doesn't quite look like one, I guess, but I identified it as such in the dream.)
As we arrive someone has drawn a table on a big blackboard. I can decipher the numbers, but not the writing. It's supposed to be how much everyone caught so far. There also seems to be some value assigned to each item, like an amount of dollars. I know what the columns mean, but I cannot match it to the writing above. Then he asks me about what I caught and I tell that the day before probably nothing (as I could not recall what happened) and told him about the hunt today.
Now I'm in a completely different scene. It's a room full of candles of all sizes, all lit-up. It's some kind of exhibition. It's a beautiful light. I run around, blowing out some. I notice a woman who does the same, it's a fun game of mischief, blowing out candles at the candle exhibition. Somehow there's the idea that we get something if we blow out the candles on top of it. She runs over to a table on the side that is not part of the exhibition, but belongs to a private party. I mock her - "If you blow out all those candles, you still do not get to keep the groom!"
Now I stand in front of her and blow at a candle, but I'm already out of wind and so cannot blow it out. She wets her fingers and douses the candle. I protest that that is not part of the game.
I look down at the floor. There's an empty can of either hand or diaper cream. There's a picture of my toddler boy in there. Excited that he might be around I start to look for him.
I wake up.
I have little idea about this one. The quality of the light is usually a hint to the quality of the dream. I also have dreamed about platypuses once before, but then they were giant ones.
Oliver