I don’t usually blog about my dreams, but as I was dreaming last night I said to myself in the dream, “I’ve got to post this on my blog.” So I guess I must.
In the dream it’s night-time and I’m driving my car through an unknown city, but in that dream consciousness it was familiar, my home. There is a woman sitting in the passenger seat next to me. Again, unknown but very familiar.
As we’re driving, we notice on a side street this huge, looming shape lurking in shadows – immediately recognizable as the silhoutte of a male, African Lion. There was no fear in the recognition, just a realization that the world had changed, and the presence of lions was now to be expected.
The lion leapt out of the shadows and ran in front of the car, illuminated in the darkness by the headlights. The lion was bigger than life, and the very image of power and strength and grace and ferocity. I pulled out my iPhone and snapped a picture of it (much like the picture above).
In a moment the lion was gone, disappearing down the darkness of another street. As I looked at the picture on my phone, I was filled with awe for how magnificent the lion was, and there was again the awareness that lions would now be a permanent feature in the landscape. But it was still a new enough occurrence that I marveled at this change. And this is when I said to myself, “I’ve got to post this on my blog.”