To aid this dream, here’s a quick scribble of a map with identifying arrows split into parts.
The dream began with myself walking up a typical lane-way I go down, it was around 1:00pm and the sun was splitting the stones. When I reached the initial turn I was met with a newly placed brown fence. As I walked forward I spotted an adult red fox with a dark red coat stood staring at the wall of foliage opposing the lane. I tapped my pockets to check for my Blackberry as to take a picture to no avail, as it wasn’t there. I then decided to catch its attention by squawking out a poor imitation of the wails foxes typically make. To this, it stood up, spun around while squeaking and then sat there confused when it saw myself. I found this humorous and left it be, but to my dismay he was following closely with me down the lane, almost at my side. I thought how mad it was that this fox was trying to domesticate itself, before crouching down and wearily petting it on the back, which it responded to kindly. I walked on until the lane abruptly ended and the dream faded in and out.
I then found myself with another man, taller than myself and gruff in appearance, late 50s. I was walking down a field which I had never seen before, wheat on either side with a lake in the middle with a small cabin elevated above the water with plank scaffolding in the centre. I stopped and looked across to the cabin when I reached the centre, and decided to leave the mute man behind and venture out on a small rowing boat that just so happened to be there. I rowed out to the small cabin and looked up into the interior, as the front of the house was missing a wall. Within there were bloons from BTD6, one of each except the blimps. All of them weren’t affected by the surrounding lighting, still day. I began to commentate to myself, and I stated something about the cabin being robbed by someone or something, that being the reason behind the individual bloons rather than the many in the game. Once more the dream faded in and out.
The third part saw me walking down the opposing end of where I was prior, I was alone and it was turning to evening. As I continued down I assumed that I saw the same fox from before sat by the wall of foliage. I went over, and my assumption was proven wrong as it was a small silver fennec. I petted it with my right hand and it gently uncurled, stood up, and lightly gnawed on the part of my right hand between the thumb and pointer finger. I retracted my hand, inspected the now saliva covered, indented red skin from the teeth and walked onward.
The final segment of the dream saw myself walked once more on the same end of where the second part took place. At the furthest end of the field the ground went downward at a slight angle. I walked onward to the furthest corner where on either side I saw cats and four short men. I thought this was stupid and walked onward before in the top right of my vision like a video game HUD, a small box appeared with a picture of the cat in the middle and a “20 x” written beside it, showing how may cats were in the group. I ignored it and walked into the corner where I then woke up.
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