I think the dream starts with me as a viewer. My view is outside a bush plane in some African safari. Te plane drops off 3 hunters and as it is navigating hills to fly away, has an engine malfunction.
It crash lands with a dozen lions around. I'm now in the dream. Shooing lions away. They are circling the plane, what I feel as planing how and when to eat me. The plane is laying on its side. The wings are broken off and there are a few holes in the hull. I'm shouting and waving a stick.
They start to get I closer so I get inside the plane with my back against the rear of the plane. They are trying to get in the doors and windows which are broken. There's a storage compartment with a gun. I lean over and open the compartment but hear a sound behind me. I sit back down and when I lean back, I realize I now have a warm fuzzy backrest. I look up and see that a lioness and snuck in.
The dream skips ahead. I'm in the passenger seat of a wartime style jeep. I'm unharmed ad my dad is driving. In the backseat my little brother is pale and laying down face-up. I think the lioness has attacked him ad he's dying. At his feet is that lioness sitting up ad looking at us.
I feel the lion has us hostage ad will kill us at any time but wants to get somewhere. I tell my dad there's a knife and I can kill the lion. He tells me to kill them both but my brother first. Put him out of his misery kind of thing.
I grab the knife and lean over my brother. I grab his hands and as the knife gets close to his neck he opens his eyes. He struggles and yells "I'm only 16 you jerk!" (he is 17 in real life at the time of writing this)
With him fighting me it takes multiple cuts to finally get a good enough one for him to bleed out. I'm so upset that I wake up.
I'm super sad and want to text him right now that he its my favorite person in existence but he's sleeping.
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