Monstrosity

Where was I? The problem with not writing down dreams immediately after waking up is that one tends to forget the subtle details. I was making my way somewhere, I suppose, when obstructing my path was a feral wolf of some kind that was missing the top half of its jaw. It was terrifying. It snarled and encroached on me, menacingly displaying its bottom rung of teeth. I responded equally as feral, growling and making wild arm movements so as to intimidate the creature. The wolf receded briefly, then advanced again in kind. We went back in forth in this fashion several times, with neither making any overly aggressive move. Then, either I called for help or help came, but some burly man approached the wolf from behind and picked it up with one hand, causing it's half jaw to instantly fall off. With his other hand, the man pulled the wolf's sinews apart, leaving it only slightly attached around the collar bone, and cast the carcass aside.

The monster in the pond

I was outside with my dad and possibly my brother and pet. We were supposed to go fishing for dinner. Our massive pet dove into the water. It either swallowed or was swallowed by some gigantic sea monster whose maw stretched the breadth of the body of water. The pet had tried to save us, but was unsuccessful. We ran into our barn-house and the monster followed. Somehow, I knew that magnesium would hurt it, so I tossed a magnesium supplement pill through the cracks of where I was hiding. While the pill bounced around and the monster skirted around looking for it, I made my move and collected my bottle of pills and made my way up the ladder in the house to a secret door in the roof by which I could escape. Through here, I left, but made my way back inside through another panel in the roof and dispatched all the magnesium pills to the monster. That's all I remember.

The Great Wave

Last night I dreamed something terrible. I was with my family on a beach or playing in the water somewhere. Waves rolled in gradually, and my brother and I would go over them with trepidation yet also excitement. The waves kept on getting bigger, and after a few we decided to depart. Then I noticed a tremendous tsunami coming our way. There was no way we could outrun it, so we had to run into it. I held my brother in front of me, arms around his chest, as we ran into the wave. The undertow sucked us down and thrashed us about. When I emerged from the surface, I was no longer holding Josh. I saw my parents close by, my brother was nowhere to be found. The dream did not end there, but what followed is a blur.

As I recollect this dream, I remember it very differently. Somehow, as I attempt to reconstruct it, it seems like my parents were the ones lost to the wave, not my brother. I remember the shock of the unexpected turn of events, and not knowing how to proceed.

Distilling all this, I think the dream was a message about the nature of human mortality. Death can come unexpectedly to anyone. Therefore, we should engage those close to us with consideration and love, lest we be too self-involved to give heed to the people who really matter to us.