Magician and Tiger
dreamed i was walking into a magician’s house. inside the door, the room was split into thirds with the center sunken as if toward a lower floor. off to the right was a man on a ladder who kept his face hidden, his back to me. i felt threatening vibes and the man on the ladder began to speak. suddenly, a tiger appeared from the pit and came right toward me. it was coal black with small, thin red almost decorative flames (colored, not actual fire) around the edges of its face and fur.
as soon as i understood it meant to come for me, i was no longer myself. i was the magician. i could see his face as if from outside where my body had been, and i looked from him to the tiger and back. as soon as he popped in, he yelled its name- padjas!
as soon as he did, time ran backwards. i was now back in my body, back in the spot in front of the pit. as i began to step forward, a metal noose shot out from my right and snared me around the neck, pulled me violently to the left along with it, eventually dropping me near the far wall. it was almost too fast to see. right behind it, swinging into the spot where i’d been standing, an enormous sledge came down and smashed the wall, shattering it.
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