Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Wild Boar Tries to Eat Child

That is the gist of a dream I had the other night.

Background: (yes, there is BACKGROUND to this) I heard part of a news story on the radio on Monday about someone who shot and eventually killed a big boar or pig - and I think the main point of the news story was that the initial media reports said it was a "wild boar", but it was actually someone's very large farm pig, raised for slaughter. And it took several bullets, I guess, to finally kill it. Anyway. I'm sure this was the major contributing factor to why I had the dream that I did.

There was a large wild boar running loose in the woods, and it was really freaky looking. It was huge and hairy and had crooked, long teeth. So a bunch of us were running away from it, and spotted a tree house that we planned to escape into. But somewhere in there I became aware that I had a kid to also shelter from the boar, instead of just myself. There was a sense that he was someone else's kid, and that I was just babysitting, but he was also kind of mine. I don't know. Anyway, so I was trying to say to this, maybe 3 year old kid,"Come on, run this way with me!" because he was just too big for me to carry easily, and climb up into a tree house at the same time. But the kid was resisting, saying he needed his shoes tied before he could run, and they NEEDED to be tied in a certain way, a way that I was not familiar with. And he had the LONGEST shoelaces ever. They were enough for 4 pairs of shoes altogether. So I was trying to do it quickly and quietly, so the boar wouldn't hear us, but also trying to make sure that there were not excess loops of shoelaces that he would catch on roots etc. on the ground. We eventually made it up into the tree house, but the boar somehow climbed up there too, at which point I begged the boar to not eat us, especially because I was babysitting, and whoever the parents were of this kid were going to be really mad if their kid got eaten by a boar on MY watch. Plus, oh yeah, they might have intense grieving as well. But "really mad" was what I was most concerned with at that time. So upon letting us beg for our lives, the boar said to us, "Don't worry, I wasn't going to eat you. I just chase people so everyone will be afraid of me. But I'm fine with eating plants instead. The tricky part will be figuring out how to get down from this tree house."

And then I woke up.