Haven’t posted here in a bit, but here’s a dream I had a few nights ago:
Started in a rocky forest, some kind of cat-type creature was slowly stretching and ambling among the rocks. This cat-thing was very long, but low to the ground.
Then a wild boar showed up. Usually, in TV shows, boars are always portrayed as angry and determined, barreling through the woods, grunting and all that.
Not this one…very quiet and precise and gentlemanly. He calmly fell in behind the cat and deftly matched it move for move…until he suddenly chomped it right in half, but don’t worry, the cat turned into two cats and scampered off, none the worse.
Without notice, a princess figure appeared. She was neither beautiful nor plain, just very typically-looking, but her manner of dress belied her station in life.
Though it wasn’t specifically revealed in the dream, my dream-self knew of a naughty limerick about princesses in the woods, so I chuckled to myself at the thought of it, then watched her as she reached up under her skirts with both hands and pulled out…one of those big carnival hammers, the kind used with those “show your strength” games, and began hammering all around the grounds, for no reason that I ever learned, as that was the end of the dream.
