Just a note before I start: I'm sorry its so long, normally I don't remember so many details. But if anyone could take the time to help me understand this dream I'd be grateful. This dream just stuck with me.

In this dream, I had a pet rabbit (white) who was shot in the head and died (I don't know how, why or by who). It may or may not be relevant that I don't actually have a pet rabbit. No emotion stuck out at this point, I don't think I was particularly sad or concerned. But then I held the rabbit, petted her, and could tell by the heat of her (don't know how) that she was pregnant when she died and her babies were still alive inside her. With this realisation came determination, I simply had to save them (though I'm probably not this proactive in reality).

I took her to see a man who I thought could help. I can'y say how I knew were to go or why, he wasn't a doctor or a witchdoctor or anything like that. I simply knew he was knowledgeable. I went to him in a bedroom, the only furniture I remember seeing was the bed, large and dark though central to the room. It has a surreal sense, like the room existed inside a bubble, untouchable and not a part of my world. It didn't seem odd at the time of the dream, but he was a man-size gorilla almost, but with human features. He was animalistic in behaviour, but wore human clothes and spoke cultured English. His face was relatively humane, though dominated by a large nose and black, coarse hair. He unnerved me, the 'otherness' of him repelled me in some way.

We climbed up onto the bed together, he took my rabbit and told me to hold my hands out palms up. I never doubted or hesitated. He rubbed and squeezed her until tiny fetuses fell out onto my hand (only my left). But they were like black sperm or tadpoles. They clung to my hand which seemed almost fluid at this point. They swam around it, through my fingers and down to my wrist, never still. I was relieved they were alive. There were too many to count.

Then the gorilla-man started acting more like a playful animal, manhandling me, laughing with a human voice. I was helpless and panicking. A rather clear moment was when he sat on my back, holding me face down and I looked at my left hand and was soothed by the tadpoles/baby rabbit fetuses or whatever they were... but the point was I didn't feel alone.

I attempted to reason with him, plead and finally cried. Which amused him and he let me go, with the assurance that he was only playing with me. I managed to get to the door, looked back to find the gorilla-man sitting on the bed smiling at me, like butter wouldn't melt. Again I was struck by how unnerving he was, how uncomfortable he made me feel. Though I'd hesitate to call it fear. At this point I fell into another dream.

Normally my dreams aren't this odd, every symbol and event in this dream is unfamiliar and strange to me. But nor do I usually remember so vividly the dreams. It's almost like I stole someone else's dream! Because I have no clue where it came from.