DoubleHelix

6/26/16: The recollection of this dream commences with me attempting to troubleshoot and restore electricity in a partially built home by tying together several electric wire pig-tails inside a wall outlet. I need to go into the basement to see if the repair has restored electricity in the lowest level of this partially built house. For some inexplicable reason I believe the house belongs to Scott.

The scene shifts and I am walking on an upper floor whose rooms are bare studs with no sheet rock. I open and close a sliding window whose glass is shaped like a bowl bending outwards. The glass is broken, but the window slides up to open and down to close. I turn away from this room which I believe is to be a future bathroom based upon its relatively small size. Almost immediately upon leaving the room I encounter a huge, fully grown male lion which is resting comfortably with its eyes lightly closed and front paws crossed. Roused from its sleep, it takes notice of me, but makes no immediate move towards me.

I squeeze my shoulders through the spacing of two studs as this is the shortest and fastest path away from the perceived danger. I climb down and out of the house in moderate alarm and begin fast walking and ultimately running down the street filled mostly with children, supervised by a handful of adults. I call to them to alert them to the danger. Instead of running away, curiosity seems to compel them to enter the house to observe the lion for themselves, apparently oblivious to the danger.

As I flee the scene I slowly realize that I am larger, faster and further than the easier potential victims which the children represent. Nonetheless I am sweaty with fear and the effort from running. My sweaty hands hamper my ability to shed a pair of thick garden gloves which I am trying to remove as I run. I end up having to pull each finger out of the glove using my teeth in order to get the hot, moist gloves off and throw them to the ground. I wake.