A few nights ago, I had such a weird dream. I was in a forest. It was night. My cousins had dropped me off here because they thought there was a party here. Of course there wasn’t.
There was a river nearby, and I washed up. Well, okay, I admit, I only washed up my arms and face. When I was done, I saw my reflection in the water. I was a monkey!
I looked at my arms and at my face through a pocket mirror. (Remeber, I was supposed to go to a party) I was normal. But no matter what i did, my reflection in the mirror was a monkey.
“Kiandra,” a low voice called from under the river. “Come down, Kiandra.” And I did. (Don’t get worked up, I can breathe underwater. If you go by the fact that I’m a daughter of Poseidon. (Look at my site!))
At the bottom of the river, I realized that there was nothing going on. No spirit warning me to go back, no monkey telling me that he was the so-called reflection. Nada. What kind of dream was this?
Then I looked up.
I’ve been underwater before, so I KNOW for a fact that you can’t get a reflection underwater looking up. But dreams have their own rules. I saw my reflection. Strange enough, it was a tiger. Go figure.
I thought came to me. I swam up to the water surface and lied sideways, so that one eye was underwater, and one was overwater. Sure enough, I had two reflections: 1 monkey and 1 tiger. Or at least 1/2 a monkey and 1/2 a tiger.
Then the dream got even weirder. The monkey and the tiger jumped out of the river and left me with no reflection. Yikes. I crawled out and followed them.
The monkey was weird and kept playing around, teasing the tiger. The tiger just stayed still and moved only when he was hunting some animals. One funny, one ferocious. One monkey, one tiger. The back of my head told me that this revelation was important, but I just couldn’t figure out why. My head was swirling around, which is triple weird in a dream.
Suddenly, a bird flew out of nowhere. It landed…well, not really. It rested, one wing holding thee monkey’s shoulder, and one wing clutching the tiger’s ear. It sang and sad song, and both the monkey and the tiger stopped to listen.
The bird finished its song halfway and flew to me. It perched and my head and hummed “Na-na na-nana,” like a taunt. The monkey and the tiger watched it greedily.
Then I became the bird. Hey, dreams are weird! The monkey and the tiger stared at me like I was a juicy steak. Who knew monkeys could look so murderous?
Then they pounced. The monkey jumped me from behind while the tiger clawed at me. I screamed, but no sound came out of my beak. Then my bird-self died and was eaten by the two animals. Fun.
Now, usually, this would be the end of the dream, but apparantly that wasn’t the plan this time. The tiger and the monkey both loooked hungry, like a bbird wasnt enough. Then, right when I thought the tiger would eat the monkey, it happened. In reverse. The monkey ate the tiger!
Then I woke up.
Now I realize what the dream meant. The monkey represented my happy, laughing side. The tiger represented my tough, serious side. The bird was my soft and kind side. The whole eating thing represented how my 3 personalities tear at each other, fighting.
In the end, people might see me as a monkey, laughing and funny. But thats just because the tiger and bird part of me are hidden inside. The bird is hardest to see, because it is ripped up and hidden the deepest. But it is there.