Dream #1,220

Dreamt of spending the night in another person’s house, but it wasn’t clear where I was to sleep. The pet tiger’s bed was open, but I wasn’t sure I should sleep there as I didn’t want to piss off an animal that could kill me with one swipe. The tiger — which was orange and black and white and red and brown — was sleeping in the spare bed. I approached it nervously and started scratching it behind the ear. “Who’s a good girl? You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” The tiger rolled over on to have its belly rubbed and I knew we’d be friends.

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