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Topic: SNOOZE (07/20/17)
- TITLE: The Dark Lion
By Marilyn Klunder
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“Looks nice, honey.” My husband spoke first to break the silence.
“I love this place,” I replied, silently thinking of the peace and serenity my home gave me.
Suddenly, from out of the pine trees, a lion came running into our back yard. We both looked at each other, and the scene before us, in stunned silence.
“What is it?” My husband asked.
“It’s a lion,” I replied. But it was different than a lion too. It had the face and mane of a lion, but the body was dark and almost bear like; muscular and thick with a longer fur.
“Look, it’s wrestling with something!” My husband exclaimed.
We both watched in horror as the two beings fought. The movement between the two bodies made it hard to see what the lion was wrestling with but one thing was sure; it was a ferocious battle and they were fighting to the death.
“We need to call somebody,” I said. I began to shuffle through the book sitting on the table. My husband made a suggestion but his words became inaudible. I was beginning to panic.
A few seconds later, I looked up from my book to watch the battle again. “Look, I see wings! It must be a bird in the lion’s grasp.” I hurried back to my book and shuffled through more pages. “Why can’t I find what I am looking for!”
I looked up from my book again and could see the face of the dark lion was now a man’s face; a face of a man whom I believed was the epitome of evil. I whispered his name. Now feeling a bit confused and a lot frightened for whatever was in the lion’s grasp, I brought my focus back to the book.
After what seemed like several minutes of searching through the book, I looked up again. The dark lion now held the lifeless, naked body of a human. The human body was bent over the forearm of the dark lion and with the other huge paw he ran his sharp long nail along the bony spine of the human body scoring the flesh and drawing blood.
“Honey, wake up.” My husband shook my sleeping body trying to raise me from my slumber.
I opened my eyes slightly. I slowly raised my head and then my body, and placed my feet on the floor. With my heart still racing, I placed my head in my hands and tried to recall the images of my dream and come back to reality at the same time.
“Boy, you were snoozing pretty good there,” my husband exclaimed. “Another dream?”
Shaking my head yes was all I could manage while I was still trying to put the pieces of the dream together. My husband sat down beside me and gently rubbed my back waiting for me to recount the dream to him.
After a minute or so I was finally able to speak. “How long was I asleep?” I asked.
“Probably an hour or hour and a half,” my husband said. “What was it this time?”
“You and I stood at our kitchen window and watched a dark lion wrestle and fight ferociously with a bird or human; I’m not quite sure what it was, but it certainly didn’t end well for the bird/human.”
I rubbed my face with my hands in hopes to clear the cobwebs the nap had left behind, but the memory of the battle in my dream made me shudder. I stood up, stretched my limbs, and walked over to the window that looked out over our yard. The grass was neatly mowed and trimmed, and the flowers were in full bloom. Suddenly, from out of the pine trees two bunnies came hopping out.
“So much for the dark lion!” I laughed out loud.
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