The Angry Raccoon
I dreamed I was walking along a forest road. On the left was a steep hill. And on the right was a much easier downward slope that lead to a river that paralleled the road. It all looked rather nice to a nature lover like me.
As I looked into the forest to the right I noticed a lone raccoon pacing me. It kept looking my way and acted as if it was following me for some reason.
I remembered that I had my camera with me. I should since I always carry it when I'm in the forest. So as soon as the raccoon moved into a bit of a clearing I decided to get some pictures.
When I raised my camera toward the raccoon it began to quickly move towards me. This one didn't seem like the friendly little youngling like the others I told you about. This raccoon seemed angry. Angry that I was taking it's picture.
Very quickly I realized I better not stay there. I needed to quickly get away from this raccoon because he definitely intended no good for me. So I ran down the road as fast as I could. The raccoon was right on my tail.
Then one time I looked back and saw dozens of raccoons running in my direction beside the river. Some were even swimming. I had to get away from them. I was afraid but not overly so. I did know that the raccoons would attack me if they caught up to me.
That's the last thing I remember about it. Hey, that's the way dreams work sometimes. I don't know why I had this dream. The raccoon memory was always a positive one. Why my mind would twist that into something negative is a mystery to me. Dreams are not always logical to our waking minds.