awoke startled from a dream.
wiped out instantly.
except for the final sensory of
being a young lion cub
being lifted up from behind,
my fur, my neck
in between teeth
helpless.

a full color film
of a significant duration
erased near complete,
except for the knowledge
that there was one,
well developed.

woke to write this
before I lost it too.

dreams disappear fast
for they blur the boundary
between truths and
our fantasies.

what could be more dangerous
to confront?