Wishful Visage: Dreams

...im in someones garage where this fancy white dress is hovering on a platform in a beam of yellow-orange light. the platform is like a transporter on star trek. the dress hovers and is full as if someone was in it.

someone is holding this straw like object into the light near the bust of the dress and it turns into a red rose. he is trying to do something with it to the dress but he seems to be missing something. frustrated he puts the rose down. i pick it up with another straw like object of my own. i put it to the dress and the light turns blue. with the rose and straw sparking. i pull back expecting something from the straw but nothing happens. i wait expecting something and then the tip glows dark green. the straw turns green with the end that glowed growing and the other end getting hot and sparking slightly. the growing end starts to bud and branch while the other end burns.

a girl is there and hands me one growing like mine and they fit together. suddenly the growth explodes with many new buds in a shape like a pine cone. at the union of the pieces is a gold ring. not in the garage anymore but at the entrance to a house the budding growing green thing in my hand is becoming too hot to handle. and then i wake....

...im watching a lion from a distance jumping and swatting at a moth. behind the lion is a small house or apartments with trees and hedges obscuring the full view of it. the lion is jumping at the moth in a grassy area with a small hill in the middle.

the lion is about to jump at the moth again when a pigeon flies past and lands on the house. it flies with other pigeons in a v formation and the lead pigeon snatches the moth from the lion.

the lion roars and jumps snatching the pigeon from the air. as this all goes down my view is getting closer and closer till this is taking place in my backyard. the lion kills the pigeon a few feet from me but doesnt seem to want to attack me. it pulls the feathers off the back of the pigeon. then rips at it to the meat.

the pigeon has no blood and white meat. the lion now at my side rips off a leg and drops it at my feet indicating for me to take it. the leg isnt the pigeon size though. it is the size of my calve. the lion rips the skin off the pigeon leg exposing meat that looks like sausage links around the bone and so tender it is falling off the bone. i take up the meat off the bone into my hands and start toward my backdoor to cook it and then i wake....