When the dream started, it was just before dark. There was plenty of light, but the sun was not in the sky. It is clear to me that we are on an Indian reservation. The inside of the house where the dream takes place is exactly identical to a house that I lived in with my mom and ex-stepfather for about three years between 2001 and 2004 when I was 12-16 years old. In real life, my dad never lived in this house, and it was located in a suburban neighborhood nowhere near an Indian reservation. In the dream, my dad stormed out of the house with a modern rifle and shot a wild animal that was endangering us. Strange thing is, I do not now recall what the animal was or how it was endangering us. I was already outside. After that, I point out to my dad that there is a full-grown male lion at 10 o'clock about 150 yards out lying at the edge of a forest, across a dirt road. I encourage my dad to shoot at the lion. My dad advances to the road and takes a shooting position behind an ordinary wooden telephone pole on the edge of the road farthest from the lion. I follow him. My dad shoots and barely misses. The lion dashes off to reveal a full-grown tiger that was lying just behind it. "How strange to see a tiger and a lion lying together, I thought."
Just after that, five or six horses with no riders begin charging toward us from further down the dirt road, kicking up a storm of dust. My dad and I both position ourselves behind the telephone pole for protection and the horses storm past. Then, more horses, this time with american indians riding them, appear on the horizon. The Indians charge past us, stop their horses, and start shooting at us with bows and arrows. All of the sudden, I find myself armed with a bow and arrows. My dad tells me to shoot at the Indians and I do. Though my arrows do not hit them, my shooting at them is enough to scare them off.
Lastly, a bandwagon of teenage boys comes down the dirt road. They are at first hostile, but somehow I am able to disarm the conflict and speak with one of the members. He tells me that all of the members of his cause are students of Spanish. He speaks Spanish, and I note that my Spanish is better than his, but his is not bad. He tells me that his group is needing a lawyer and I ask him to exchange phone numbers with me because I plan to go to law school. I give him my phone number. He has trouble remembering his own phone number, so he pretends to dial the number against a wooden fence with his foot to help him recall. The motion struck me as very strange -- why would he not simulate the dialing with his fingers rather than his foot? He is able to recall the phone number. The area code is 412. In real life, this area code corresponds to Pennsylvania and is not one that I normally come across. Indeed, I had to look up the area code once I woke up. His caravan moves on down the dusty dirt road.
After nightfall, my dad begins the project that brought him to this place, which apparently consists of clearing some woods and removing a playground that has a large plastic cover. Throughout the night animal attacks are a major problem. First, my dad is scratched by an orangutan. I go inside the house and look up remedies for orangutan scratches on the internet. The computer is in exactly the same place as it was when I lived in this house -- on a built-in desk in the kitchen near the door to the laundry room. In the dream, I assume that my mom is in her bedroom though I do not actually see her. I am quiet so as not to wake her. (When I lived in that house, I often stayed up all night on the computer and had to be careful not to wake my mom since her bedroom was very near.)
I go back outside. The ground is crawling with many types of large snakes, especially what I call in the dream "cussing snakes." These are skinny almost all-black snakes with a thin yellow stripe that jump up as you walk past them. My dad and I are both bit by a cussing snake during the course of our work there. The bite appears to be more of an annoyance to us than a serious threat. I was just about to go back inside to Google "How to avoid cussing snakes" when I wake up.
I should note that in real life I have never seen a wild lion, tiger, or orangutan, nor have I ever been to an Indian reservation. I have never heard of a "cussing snake" and never been bit by a snake. I have never hunted. I do speak Spanish fluently. It is not my native language. I do plan to study law, but have not started law school and won't for another 3 years at least.
This dream is so strange to me in so many ways. I am excited to read what people think about it.
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