World Dream Bank home - add a dream - newest - art gallery - sampler - dreams by title, subject, author, date, place, names

The Leopard's Clue

Dreamed 2012/3/17 by Wayan


For months I've been taking seven drugs and herbs for lifelong fevers--probably Lyme disease and/or babesiosis (Nantucket fever). I worried I was missing dosages or skimping, but today I noticed I'm running out of the bulk herbs right on schedule--it's been 225 days, and I bought a pound each (c. 450) grams--so I really HAVE been taking an average of 2 grams daily just by eyeballing them. Reassuring. And they have been working--for the first time in decades, my symptoms are under control!


Insomnia. At last, as I start to drop off to sleep, I ask the giant stuffed tiger on my bed (I'm no good with abstract figures like God. Now a stuffed toy I understand) to send me dreams pointing out old issues I've overlooked. From my early life--or even earlier, if past lives are real. I just have this feeling...

That toy tiger comes through.


I'm a girl again, just like last night. And unlike my day-self.

I befriend a leopard-sized cat. More than befriend; we make love. Over and over. He's hot! People snicker and make jokes, but since he's no tame cat but a huge wild creature, they don't make them too loudly when he's around... Digital sketch of a dream by Wayan: a huge leopard and a girl in red shirt and blue shorts peer through a doorway.

The cat leads me through big dark rooms, like empty dance studios, to a doorway. Sniffs around it, looks at me. I recall asking my stuffed tiger in the waking world to show me early (or even past-life) issues relevant now, so I know my dream leopard's telling me something serious happened here. Sight reveals nothing much. I sniff, but can't scent anything unusual. But I believe the leopard; his senses are sharper.

What happened here?

This isn't our home; too long and deep and dark. The back is lighter, opener, rawer; all one big room with a skylight, full of tools and benches. A woodshop? It's a step down from the front half. A big step, so someone nailed little wood scraps in a row on a board to create a "landing" an inch or two above the floor, to make the riser more normal. But the scraps are on top, and irregular, and have nails sticking out! Terrible footing, and risk of a rusty nail in your soul. Sorry, I meant sole.

So I upend this board and try nailing the little chocks firmly on beneath. Problems: short nails, just 2". They may come loose; the board'll tip. And I worry about my noise--am I bothering the other residents? I'm a guest here.

I slow down as I really notice that loud silence. Pause working and tune in. The old violence centers here! I see it now. Someone stepping through this doorway was shot by a gunman at the front door--down the length of that dark hall, his target was framed in light.

This home's a literal shotgun shack!

The murder made the place unsellable, even unrentable for a while, but it's been mostly forgotten now. But still the crime lingers. For those who sense it.


LISTS AND LINKS: music - incubated (asked-for) dreams - I'm Just Not Myself Today! - gender-bent dreams - animal people - big cats - furry sex - love, soulmates, guides and... detectives? - past lives - healing from old trauma - violence, guns, death - health advice - Same dreamer, same night: Trinary not Binary

World Dream Bank homepage - Art gallery - New stuff - Introductory sampler, best dreams, best art - On dreamwork - Books
Indexes: Subject - Author - Date - Names - Places - Art media/styles
Titles: A - B - C - D - E - F - G - H - IJ - KL - M - NO - PQ - R - Sa-Sh - Si-Sz - T - UV - WXYZ
Email: - Catalog of art, books, CDs - Behind the Curtain: FAQs, bio, site map - Kindred sites