The night held two dream snippets for me.
Dream Snippit 1:
I'm standing around some sort of primitive arena. There is a dirt ground, with stones defining the oblong shape. People dressed in various garbs, from primitive to modern, surround the arena. There are "freaks" being paraded about in the arena; I don't know really (or remember) too much about them. It gets to a point however, where a primitive looking woman, a "wild woman" with tangled long hair (brown) and reddish hued tattered clothes comes in.
On a leash that she holds, is a black jaguar. For some reason I know she, or the jaguar, or both, are choosing some sort of successor, someone who works with the jaguar in some capacity. I enter the arena, somehow knowing that I can be chosen by the jaguar. She lets the jaguar off the leash while I stand in the middle of this dirt ring. It comes towards me, slowly, sniffing and growling, low to the ground. I am frightened a bit, but know instictively that I will be chosen. Slowly the black cat comes up to me and stands quietly beside me, taking the place he knows to be his. I sense however, a slight uneasiness; that someone else, also, a partner, needs to be with me. I see a male figure walking amongst the crowd, someone who looks a lot like Val Kilmer (who knows why?). (*current note, this could very well have been my husband who I was yet to meet) I know, that he should be with me, and the cat would prefer us to be together. This is all I remember of this snippit, there are some vague remembrences of traveling with the cat and the Val Kilmer look a like there but I don't really have the details.
Dream Snippit 2:
I receive a cell phone call from my ex-hubby, Neal. He says, that he will be in a block of ice on the street corner and will I come get him. I thought he was utterly kidding around (who would do that?) and ignored him, and went out with my boyfriend Anthony. A night passed, and in the morning Anthony and I were walking along some city street, when up ahead I see a head, sticking up from a massive block of ice. With horror I realize this is Neal, and I run towards him. He has been stuck in the ice block all night long, his face is starting to turn blue. I yell at Anthony (who has strayed away) to call 911. He is fairly calm about the matter, as are the many people who have passed by him without notice. I asked Neal, "why are you in this ice? Didn't you ask anyone for help?" He said... "no.. no I didn't." I asked why he did it.. as I tryed to chip at the ice and pull it away from him.. but he was confused and almost frozen, and couldn't really answer.Â
I remember rubbing my hands on his head and face and trying to warm him, and then I woke up.
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