I am with two other people and we are watching a lion from afar. At first, he just sits at the top of this crest. He is gigantic. Something behind him catches his attention. We note that it has to be something amazing to garner his moving off the top perch and seeming to kowtow.
It is an even larger lion. He is clearly the leader of the pride. The first lion looks for direction from the other. Some type of signal is exchanged because they begin their descent. That descent will bring them to the place where I am with two other people.
I can't remember, now, who those two people were, but they were definitely people I knew. Both take their leave rapidly, and I see the lions see them. I see the pace of the lions pick up. I know the lions will catch them.
What to do? Do I run with them? Do I stay and hide in the brush and hope the lions don't see me, hadn't noticed where the other two came from?
I choose to stay.
I do not remember dreams. This dream last night, though, I remember. You dream interpreters out there, interpret for me. Or tell me it's just the punchline to that old joke: "I don't have to outrun the lion. I just have to outrun you."
[Photo courtesy National Geographic.]