Sunday, December 1, 2019

Alarming dream about a strange animal

I was at my friend Amanda's place, along with other guests there, she seemed to have some open house gathering. There was a second door to her backyard in the dream; both doors were open for the dogs to come and go, but apparently the front door must also have been open. Because all of a sudden, this very weird animal came running in panicked, crossing the room and out the right-hand backdoor into the yard. Describing what it looked like will be really hard. It was the approximate size of a small deer and general semblance of a mammal in the way it moved, and having fur which was patterned in brown and white, like of a cow or a giraffe. But its body shape was absurdly elongated and convoluted and best compared to a type of seahorse. After some searching I found an image of one I had on mind, which is actually called a Leafy Seadragon.

So imagine this shape, but without the leaf-like fins and appendages. And I think it did have some sort of elongated snout, or trunk or proboscis, similar to that seadragon.
The animal was distressed and injured, and someone had tried to kill it.
And I felt the strange certainty of having seen this animal before, in another dream, at which point I got lucid. So I went to Amanda and told her that I somehow recognized this animal, and that we were in a dream.
Neither she nor any of her other guests had shown much of a reaction to the sudden and dramatic appearance of the animal, everyone was just looking on, a bit dumbfounded.
Upon me telling her my observations, she advised me to talk to a friend of hers who was present, who knew all about dreams. So I did, and with this man in the lead, we all then left the house, without debate or anything, everyone just followed him unquestioningly.
Outside, some of the other guests possibly dispersed while Amanda and I followed the man into some underground passages, along with some few other people.
In the underground complex, the man then showed me three leatherbound grimoires, made to look ancient, but on closer inspection they were of very recent date and written by some guy I knew on Facebook. I was given the impression that the situation had dire implications for me, and so as he kept walking, I kept following this man, hoping for help and advice. He did nothing to disperse this feeling and led me away from Amanda, and to some other friends of his who were to be consulted in this matter. Of these people, about 5 of them, I only remember one more clearly, a young man not much older than myself, with short, curly dark hair, with some resemblance to that pastor in the Warlock movie. They debated among themselves how to advise me, uttering very incongruous and contradictory things, and it dawned on me that it was actually this guy and his friends here who were posing the greatest danger to me and were actually trying to trap me somehow!
I then fled somehow back to the outside, couldn't find Amanda back, and kept walking around lost in what seemed to be the streets of Amsterdam now. There was also some flooding in the streets, and some impossibly steep and narrow bridge to traverse on my bike, or bridge-like structure, only some 3' wide with no handrails.

-- In hindsight, while I've dreamed about strange animals before, I can't remember to really have seen this particular one in another dream before, unless it appeared in different shape then. And while further meaning and implications are unclear, the one thing that was obviously wrong about this dream is that we were misled by Amanda's mysterious "friend" to look for answers in all the wrong places - while the animal was left behind on its own in Amanda's backyard, perhaps to die. It's not like Amanda at all to turn her back on an injured and distressed animal, even one that looks alien and monstrous. Also weird how none of the other people were even curious about this very strange creature. Like the mysterious man was intentionally leading us all away, preventing us from  looking closer at the animal. And who had wounded it and been trying to kill it, anyway?