This dream has been viewed 4113 times.It is daytime and I find myself in a large spacious green park, my wife is with me somewhere in the background. I am rummaging through a trashcan or waste paper bin in the middle of the park, or more exactly I am rooting through the large black bin liner that was in the bin. Scraps of old rubbish including cans, cartons and paper litter the grass about me.
I don’t know why I am searching through the bin like this but something about the whole environment and setting suggests that I am being tested somehow and that the park is a kind of learning ground. Suddenly as if out of nowhere an enormous tiger leaps out from thin air and lands only a foot away from me, he stands in a very threatening ready to pounce stance.
I immediately stop rummaging through the black bin bag and freeze, the tiger is giving a very guttural kind of growl that is emanating from his stomach. He bears his teeth and I sense that he could pounce at any moment. I also feel that the tiger wanted me to stop poking around in the bag, I am certain that if I returned to the rubbish bag he would certainly maul me.
I begin to see a definite pattern evolving regarding the black bag of trash and tiger, if I go near it he starts to be become aggressive if I back away he yields slightly. I then see something out of the corner of my eye to my left, it’s a shadowy man knelt down on one knee (his right) he looks slightly sinister dressed entirely in black his dress includes a long cape, velvety gloves and a very particular large round rimmed and pointy hat.
The man vaguely reminds me of how Guy Fawkes is often caricatured in pictures or stories about him. He also looks a little like a wizard or magician, and like Zorro or Scaramouch too. I soon realize that the caped man is the owner or trainer for the amazing beast. He calls out to the creature and makes hand signals and the tiger obeys.
The tiger is totally obedient and does exactly as he is told, if the shadowy man tells him to sit, he sits if he tells him to become threatening he does. As the man sees that I no longer approach the rubbish bin he commands the tiger to withdraw and lie down. The beast obeys and his ears return to their natural upright position and his face becomes less threatening.
I watch mesmerized by the control the man has over the awe-inspiring creature. I call out to my wife in amazement and say words to the effect “My god! Would you have ever thought it possible to tame such a ferocious and wild beast” I reflect and ponder how long such control could possibly last knowing that this amazing creature has such fiery instincts.
I also wonder to myself if the tiger would ever revert to his natural self and become savage and wild again and maybe even attack his owner? Something tells me that this wouldn’t happen although I sense that caution must be aired and respect given to such a powerful and potentially ferocious animal.