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a dream of an elephant

Posted by Nadya on Jun 6, 2011

While organising my desk just now, I found a piece of paper that I wrote on last night – I had the most vivid dream, and got up in the middle of the night to write it all down.

The dream played like a memory of one of Mom’s animal rescues – we were in Moscow I was about 10 years old, and one of the animals Mom rescued this time was a…. baby Indian elephant! Apparently we called it Cashmere. I dreamed about playing with a baby elephant in that tiny old apartment. It was really weird, but really cool, because it was an ELEPHANT – and it was a very detailed dream. I remember how warm and furry it was (Asian baby elephants are born with a bit of fur)… It was a normal sized baby elephant, very young, it could fit through the doors and everything. My mom was mixing up milk for it, but it kept nosing around with its trunk in the pangolins’ bowls too, and the dog’s water bowl. It slept on the dog’s blanket in the entranceway, and I put another blanket over it for the night… The dream ended just as Mom was making plans to find the best zoo to care for the baby elephant. This is when I woke up, and raced to write it all down.

BEST DREAM EVER.

I wish it had been a memory – but no, I never actually had a baby elephant when I was growing up! ๐Ÿ˜›

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