in my dream tigers were all over the town, chasing and attacking us. i picked up a stool and a ruler to use as a whip, like an old-school lion tamer, but the one in the house turned out to be just a little tiger kitty. i threw him out by the scruff of his neck.

a few nights ago i had the most beautiful dream. three people were carrying me over their heads, with speed, in the shallow part of a lake. i was flying, arms out, through the branches of a tree with pink flowers. the people would respond to my shifts in weight, giving me full control over my flight.