Dream Journal

Lamas

I was a lama in a field with other lamas. It seemed like an endless field of lamas. It was quite peaceful, with the quiet sound of walking and mouths chewing on grass, with the ocanonal baa. Then, a farmer walked up. He got a rope out with a loop on the end of it, and I just stared at him. He put it over my neck and pulled, and out of panic I kicked him. Right in the balls. While the farmer was kneeling over, the rope still in his hands, a second farmer came up and took it from him, making the loop around my neck tighter, and loading me into a truck with other lamas. It was silent, everyone scared of what was going to happen. I probably fell asleep in the trailer, because my dream skiped to me being in a stall, cold. A few seconds later, I felt burning on my flank. I turned around and saw a mark on me, probably a branding mark. Then, I realised I had no wool. I looked outside to see the farmer I kicked in the balls holding a gun, looking at me. He pointed it at me, I heard a loud bang, and I woke up in real life with my cat on my face. Because cats do that.