THE WHITE BLANKET
Spring 2005
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In my dream I am with several
other people I recognize as well as several I do not. We make it to the mouth
of a cave high in the Sierra mountains. While a few of the men stand outside of
the cave opening looking down into the valley, the rest go inside the cave.
Suddenly there is an
earthquake. The cave is not shaken. But the hill we just climbed up to the
mouth of the cave slides away. From the edge we look down and find it is now a
vertical wall in front of the cave. We realize we cannot go down and no one can
come up. Everyone now goes inside the cave.
I notice on the far mountain
ridge what looks like a black panther of some type. Myself and one of the men
watch as this creature leaps through the air, landing just above the opening of
the cave. I now notice it is an awful looking creature. Its skin looks dry and
black. It looks down at me and hisses. Its teeth are long and it is drooling.
It says, “I hate you! I am going to kill you!”
It then jumps at me and
knocks me to the ground. As I fall I pull a thick white blanket over my back.
It looks like a dense, dry, misty light. The creature presses my left shoulder
to the ground to keep me from moving. Out of the corner of my eye I can see his
right hand. His nails are long. He again says, “I hate you with all my being. I
am going to kill you!” He thrusts his right hand into my back to stab me with
his nails. But as he does, I do not feel anything. The white blanket protects
me. After repeated jabs I see the white blanket rise off me and begin to hit
him hard and knock him off me. He falls down into the valley below and I awake
from the dream.