A Dream About a Zoo
Last night I dreamed I was visiting a zoo, waiting for my family to arrive. The place was empty. I walked around the halls looking for them and ended up in some dark corner of an upper mezzanine. The zookeepers had piled the bloated bodies of dead animals there, to keep them out of view. I tried to backtrack; I knew I wasn’t meant to be there and I worried I would get in trouble if someone found me there. But the only way out was through.