Day 110: Anipocalypse

I had a dream.

I was around a bunch of friends and peers, it was late at night, and we were at some beach house. A few of us got out a deck of cards and started playing a card game on the stairs, being careful not to let the cards fall through the cracks. As we were playing though I couldn't help but notice things in my peripheral vision. I saw through the glass doorway to the coastline of the beach, and every once in a while something strange would catch my eye. A lion was prowling around the shore.

Yeah, that's right. A LION.

Somehow, dream-me thought nothing of it and I went back to playing my card game. That is, until a few moments later, when I saw something small and white appearing among the crashing waves. Only until I saw a much larger version of the white fluff did I realize what this was. Mama polar bear and baby polar bear were on the beach now, fishing or just being fishy.

Finally I said something to my friends. "There's a lion and a polar bear out there." They just shrugged and continued playing the card game. I looked around at all the other people in the house, socializing and having a good time. Nobody had seen the lion or the polar bear, or at least they hadn't cared.

That's when wildebeest and cheetahs and giraffes and hippos and all sorts of random things literally RAN through the ocean and charged up the shoreline and darted straight for the beach house.

That's when my dream turned into some sort of apocalyptic wasteland movie, as severely under-equipped humans fought a losing war against the animal legion. I went out into the foyer, to see a company of survivors sitting around a fire, licking their wounds and sharpening their spears. This is like, three minutes after the attack. "Storm's a comin'," one says to me in a gravelly voice. "They'll be back. They always come back." Another one was telling me some war story about how his eye was scarred by a pack of wolves.

Animals vs. Humans. It's gonna be a thing.

Birthed from a place not unlike reality
We are cold, we are bruised
We are soldiers in this army

Song: "Marvelous Things" by Eisley. Strangely relevant to the blog. Dream pop.