Men are training dogs to hunt. The best-nosed dog is a slow but thorough bitch. She's the first who manages to follow the scent trail all the way to the end: where the trainer has tied up a sacrifice. A sacrificial lamb--wait, she looks more like a deer. Hornless: a doe.

But just because the hunters found this sacrificial deer, she's not giving up! She shakes herself and stretches taller, into a beautiful young black-maned mare. With a toss of her neck she snaps their tether, then scrambles behind the master of the hunt, keeping him between her and the hunting pack. Clever as well as beautiful--and doomed. I watch, a helpless eye, waiting for the slaughter.

But as the sacrifice grows and changes, so does the pack! Now they're a motley zoo--carnivores of all sizes, from an African lion down to a skittery little golden fox.

The lion leaps right over the hunter to the sacrifice, and pounces on her, but doesn't bite--licks her ears! She raises her tail for him. He lies down with the lamb! I mean, doe. I mean, mare.

"It's understandable," I think, as I watch him clasp her close and start to mount her. "She's so sexy, after all. I want her too."

As they come, yelling in pleasure, I wake.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• Lie down with a big cat I find sexy: today in the park, I watched a play, Manifold Destiny, in which people fuse with their cars. One character was part girl, part jaguar (the cat), and part Jaguar (the car). And on the park lawn all around me, watching the show, sprawled a pride or pack of teenage girls like jungle cats.
• Big cats and mustangs were in my dream because they were in the play, and in the play because car-models get named for big sexy wild animals. Not tame ones! No dogs in the play. So why was a modest, tame, yellow dog leading the dream-hunt?

I visit my tech-nerd friends David & Mark. Expect they'll be tinkering with graphics or video software. as usual. I want to try drawing on their Amiga--vivid color, unlike the Macs at work. But they're not tapping away as usual. They're watching--of all things--Walt Disney's corn-pone love letter to a hound dog, Old Yeller!

Ohhhkay then. Hound-dog riddle solved! Though by posing a deeper riddle. How'd the dream know?

DECADES LATER

In the years since then, I've had more explicit self-flagging dreams--like, say, a predictive dream actually set in the future, or a lucid dream triggered by a character saying "what if this is a dream?" In light of those, I think this dream was not only predictive, but sensed it was (or at least suspected), and put the hound-dog up front, ahead, to embody that suspicion.

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