sydvish:

Quick background: Wes loves the shows, Attacked, I Shouldn’t Be Alive, and, Bitten on the Discovery channel. A few weeks ago, we saw an episode of Attacked where some elephants really mess this dude’s world up (to be fair, he tried to touch wild elephants).

Here’s the dream:

Me, Wes, Vera, and the Ills were driving down the road, and there was a herd of elephants. There were several cars all driving down the same road in front of us. Anyway, one of the elephants was clearly dead in the middle of the road. Since none of us were vets, and had no experience with wild elephants, we tried to drive around and keep going. (I think we were going to some kind of show, but I am losing the dream now, aah! I hate that). Anyway, when one particular elephant realized that we were just going to drive away, he followed us for a little bit, then pushed my car over. He seemed angry with me in particular, and every time I tried to get away, he would find, catch, and pick me up, and throw me. I think this must have gone on for a while, then he did it to everyone in the car except Vera.

Somehow, we all survived that attack with no permanent physical injuries. A few months later, we were all in my Dad’s house (which, in the dream was mine and Wes’) getting ready to leave for a trip. I needed to shower, and there was no one else to watch Vera (everyone might have been outside watching some parade?) so I planned to put her in her seat in the bathroom. I didn’t want to use the bathroom in the front, because that room had a lot of windows, and I didn’t want to be spotted by any elephants (who apparently roamed free, and of whom I was now deathly afraid). I got Vera into the back room, and I headed to the front to get one more thing. At that moment, there was a Jurassic Park water ripple moment, and I knew there was an elephant in the house. I somehow snuck to the back to where Vera was, and I gave her medicine to slow her heart rate, so she would sleep and not be traumatized again. I also wanted to hide her. Anyway, we managed to hide from the elephant the whole time he was there, until someone who handles elephants came in to get him (not sure about the context there).

I wish I remembered more about the dream, because I have a feeling I’m leaving things out that would have made it make more sense, but I started losing it as soon as I woke up breathing heavily. Tuesday is my day to sleep an hour and a half later than normal (I normally wake up at 5:30 to get dressed before I get V up at 6:30, but since I am off on Tuesdays, I let her sleep until 7:00, and I just get ready later) but I jumped out of bed to type this up, because it was so affecting.

I just remember being absolutely terrified the whole time. Elephants, huh? Who knew?!