Thew following is a dream my mother had. She usually disregards any meaning to dreams, but this one she actually wrote down.
Jan 30 2010
Sometime very early this morning I had a rather vivid dream.
We were living at the house you grew up in at 5th and Michigan—
There was also another family there with several kids—probably living upstairs.
The basement was all fixed up—even the ceiling redone, covered or painted and kind of salt and pepper colored carpeting on the floor. A nice bathroom with a shower with glass doors was also in the basement area.
We had a young goat (kid), which was mostly white but a little light brown on the ears and tail. It was about the size of the baby goats in the fenced in area of the children’s section of the zoo.
The yard was pretty much like we all remember it except that it was totally surrounded by chainlink fence. Most sections were as high as the tall fence that bordered the alley along our garden. However on the west side of the yard—there was one small section of fence (along 5th avenue [a busy street]) that was only about four feet tall.
The little goat apparently wanted to get out of the yard. Numerous times it tried to leap the fence but ended up smacking against the fence and dropping back in the yard.
Suddenly it took a running start and just sailed over the one shorter section of fence. We were all shocked that it got out and we (meaning myself and the kids living at 427 [where we used to live]) chased after the little goat as it raced down toward the Lagoon.
When we caught up in an area near the waterfall, a very large wolf was circling around the little goat. The wolf grabbed the little goat in it’s jaws, tearing off the goat’s ear. I told the others to throw stones at the wolf, hoping it would leave. However, the wolf took a swipe at the little goat and tore open its side. As the little goat lay wounded on the ground we could see it’s innards trough the large gash.
There was also a buffalo standing nearby—just watching.
