Message #43910

[guest587]

i am out in the country, somewhere northwest.  the setting is winter. some scenes involve snow/rain.

first i am practicing my tackling, a relative is instructing me over the phone. i am usually an offensive player, but am learning how to be a better defensive tackler. he helps me by telling me to go lower when tackling another. this slight adjustment makes for a great success.

there is also a dream with a woman, but i can't remember it at all. i think we were dating... strange that i can kind of see the dream, but cant relay it here. it feels more like a type of business exchange in our being together. but there is a level of romance that is hard to explain.

later i am given back the motorcycle i was forced to sell. it is a happy reunion. i am worried i forgot how to operate it because it's been so long. but once i hop on it i remember everything. this is a really good feeling. the motorcycle is becoming a classic, or vintage.

now the bulk of dreaming that i can remember...

we shoot and kill a brown buffalo. it's snowy outside. we lay the carcass in the snow until we can get it processed. a passerby notices and asked if we just killed the buffalo? we say yes. i can't see who i'm with but the feeling is family. the man picks up the head of the buffalo and tries to imitate the noise it would make. he thinks its funny but i distinctly remember kind of chuckling and then realizing there were two more brown buffalo nearby mourning the loss of their friend. i told him, "oh shit- there's more buffalo behind you" and imply that he needs to stop and show some respect.

between this scene and the pickup truck that comes to take the carcass of the buffalo we had killed, i am walking to a farm where there is a pen full of black with a small patch of white on the top buffalo. i open the pen, they are all crammed resting and i gently instruct one of the girls to come out. these buffalo are domesticated compared to the one shot and killed. she is so lovely, no resistance from her whatsoever. i am walking her with me towards a home... on our walk she is showing me so much love and affection. i really start to develop a deep sympathy for her. i call her sally. sally is my new friend.

more on the pickup truck... the buffalo that was killed was loaded onto the back of the truck and taken to a processing center. they were going to make jerky. i remember taking a bite of this meat and it being really gamy. i was offended by the flavor but did not want to waste any of it.

now sally has arrived to the house with me and the family at the table is eating the buffalo we had killed. sally offers two pieces of her ribs to us. i am appalled. i tell her not to offer anything. but she insist. she gives us two strips of her flesh to eat. i took a bite and the flavor is so much better than the wild one. but, i feel completely awful in having eaten the flesh. i am really sad and am crying internally and hugging sally. i tell her and say aloud in the dream, "never again."

wake up.