Last night I dreamt that I was in upstate New York, in a rural landscape picking up trash to beautify the land. I saw an empty seltzer bottle, hundreds on napkins flapping in the wind. I rushed over to grab the rubbish and put them into my trash bag. As I approached and picked up the bottles and napkins, I saw used condoms in the vicinity as well. "Gross" I thought, "people are traveling to this location to have sex." Ugh!
At that moment a forest beast appeared, something akin to a warthog or a wild pig-- it had large tusks but it was oversized. It was rummaging through the forest calmly, digging and sniffing in the mud looking for food. Then, many arrived, a few dozen perhaps. Mother and young were now present. I realized this presented a certain amount of danger. Something happened that my safety had been jeopardized. A snap of a thing under my foot.
I began to run and the sound of thundering hoofs were not far behind. I thought this boar is charging and I'm going to be skewered like a bull fighter. I ran to a mud pit and jumped with all my mite-- leaping like an olympian and landing in a mud pit. Splatter, gunk, nearly every inch of me is soiled. As I looked back at the beasts they were calmly grazing on the forest's surface. It was a complete over reaction, and now because I'm such a scared being, my fright caused me to be in this incredibly uncomfortable and muddy predicament.
Suddenly, the boars were now stampeding because a mythical looking wolf was on the prowl for a forest hunt. The wolf, mythical with supreme athleticism launched and grabbed a boar by the jugular. It held its neck in its strong jaws, canine teeth secured in the boar's flesh. It was remarkable to witness this aspect of nature so close-- the sounds, the visuals, all culminating in an experience a wildlife video couldn't produce.
Sometime later, I was scrolling through my Instagram feed and I come to my friend Matt Roper's account. He posted a video my whole experience-- the mud jump, the wild hogs, the wolf, as a videoed farce. First, I saw myself stupidly jump full of fear into the mud pit for no good reason at all, and that was alarmingly embarrassing because of my over reaction. Secondly, the wild wolf that hunted the boar? t turned out it was a burlesque dancer, dressed up like a wolf, in sexy attire and make up, imitating a wolf-- trudging through the forest looking for her fresh kill. As I watch his Instagram video, I'm learning all about this event through his feed, and at each moment when things are being elucidated I become more and more humiliated and what I thought was happening versus what was being filmed for his post.