Originally posted to The Fourth Kind news, but I thought I'd update my dream blog:
I had a vivid dream about 10 years ago I think, in which I was on a bus driving along a coastal road. Staring out the window at the beach, I saw stranded whales, so I yelled to the driver to stop and I immediately got off the bus. When I ran over to the whales, they were small enough to pick up, so I carried them one at a time and waded out to deeper water where I released them and they swam away. There was broken glass and I was barefoot, but I managed to save all the whales. When I looked back at the now empty beach, I was surprised to find I was a long way from shore, in deep dark water. A jetty extended out to sea near me, impossibly long, so I swam over to it. Climbing onto the jetty, I saw I was now miles from shore, the land a distant line on the horizon. Suddenly a boar charged me. I should have been scared, but for some odd reason I wasn't and held my ground. The boar changed into a stag with magnificent antlers and stopped in front of me. It motioned with its head to a large deck above, so I climbed the ladder. Everything was incredibly dark now, pitch black, and I could see nothing but the four corners of the deck. Perched on one corner railing was an owl.
That's all I can remember of this brilliant dream!