Type: Normal Dream

The first thing I can remember is walking down a kind of exhibition hall, with a dream character narrating about how he had tried to save his beloved brown bunny multiple times, but had always failed. The exhibition is of lots of rabbit corpses, all horribly mutilated. Some are missing parts of their anatomy, others are just lumps of fur. He said that we must not fail this time. (Through some odd dream device, we're saving the same bunny that has already been killed more ways then I can count) The dream cuts to a movie type of view, showing the man who currently has the bunny. He is somewhere in Alaska (this frozen tundra seems to be a recurring dream location, and I always have the feeling that it is Alaska, even though there are no indications of that) This man is driving a beaten up white pickup truck with a bunch of tanks of oxygen and other things in the back. He is smoking a cigarette and driving on an asphalt road towards a vat of viscous yellow liquid. Somehow I know his intent is suicide. He takes a final drag on the cigarette as he goes over, and makes no motion to save himself as the truck sinks. The oxygen tanks were supposed to explode, but through some miracle they do not. I sprint along after the truck and slide to the edge of the frozen road and snatch one of the containers. I open the top and spill out several pebbles and a small furry, brown bunny that is no larger then my hand. It isn't breathing. I slowly stroke its lungs hoping to evoke some response, when it starts to breathe! We've saved the rabbit, which was supposed to be impossible. The dream character who was with me tells me to leave the rabbit here and go get a (I think it was camera, but it may have been something much less sensible) camera to record this event. I say "What?! No, we have to get out of here!" I say this after looking on the road, which is more like a path at this point, which has small waves of water rolling down it. I intuitively know that those waves will keep getting bigger until they swamp us. The dream character keeps telling me to get the camera, but I won't do it. I start sprinting down the path. The dream character follows.

(Possibly a different dream cycle) I am back in the Tree Mansion, which is the best way to describe what the dream character's house is. I am sprinting along the entry way holding the brown bunny when I see two of my friends, one boy one girl, putting red yellow and white thumb tacks into the ground in some sort of cleaning technique. "That must take forever" I say.
"It's easier when you're an aide" replies the guy. I carefully run past the tacks and that's when my recollection of the dream fades.

Mood: rushed

Clarity: 4 / 5    Lucidity: 0 / 5

Tags: alaska, bunny