I stand at my bedroom window and think of the dream I had again last night.
I walked down the red clay road that runs along the turbulent river of my dreamland. I was walking steadily, wanting to finish my trek upstream so I could ride the wild river back down. Although I was a bit frightened, I knew it was something I had to do. The river rushed below me, white and grey in its intense run to towards the sea.
The trees and grass were green with life around me and despite my fear I was happy to be there. The road followed the rise of a small hillock and disappeared from view over the top. Halfway to this meager summit I stopped and look behind me. I realized as I did this that I had a stick in my hand and that I had been dragging it in the clay. My path was clearly marked in the the smooth red clay of the road by a procession of footprints and a liquid snake beside them. I squatted down to look more closely at the markings of my passage. My footprints were becoming small ponds as I watched. Water fromthe damp earth seeped slowly into the shallow depressions. The stick's line had become a smaller cousin to the river below, channeling what water it could down slope. Satisfied, but not really understanding why, I continued my way back up slope.
As I crested the hill I came upon the cat. Dark and feral it sat in the middle of the road. Big as me, it watched me silently. Fearful to show the beast my back I edged forward to the side of the road, while it eyes impassively tracked me. Once past the cat I walked sideways down the road. When I was about five feet away the cat rose and followed me. I stopped, frightened, and the cat stopped also. I started again and was again followed. Close to panicking I stopped once more.
"Go away cat! I'd rather you didn't follow me. Shoo! I don't think you'd like the taste of me. Go away cat!"
I stared at the cat, the cat stared back. Me thinking my scared human thoughts, it thinking it's inscrutable cat thoughts. I waved my stick in it's face. No response. I shouted again.
"Wah wah wooh! Boogity boogity boo!"
No response. I sigh and started to turn away. The cat's leap was so fast that I didn't realize it had moved until it's upper teeth pierced my right arm and pinned it to my body. It's bottom canines stabbed into my back. The pain was indescribable. My blood scattered on the red clay road.
Strangely, with this attack I ceased to be afraid. The analytical side of my mind told me that a big cat will usually go for the throat of it's prey to break it's neck. The cat did not tell me why it didn't. It's mouth was filled with my flesh and it wouldn't let go. Maybe the cat was crazy, I had thought in my dream, perhaps it thought it was a pitbull.
I woke up, as I usually did after having this dream, thinking, "There is a lesson in this somewhere."