Sleeping Tiger

My dream last night startled me.

Michael  is with me, helping me to find Sjors in a labyrinthine city. He's also saying something about electromagnetism: about how there is such a thing as a magnetic monopole but that it's terminated in the moment of its creation. I'm distracted and worried and he, frustrated with my inability to pay attention to what he's saying, leaves me. He's smiling, eager to return to San, and as he drives away on a motorcycle, head bare, sunglasses on, cutting across traffic, I call after him, "Wait! Please don't leave. I'm listening". 

But I'm alone, frightened and walking down a foreign street, unsure how to find Sjors. Then someone says to me, "Just breathe" and I look down and see that a lioness is walking beside me, giving me strength. As we walk, sometimes my fingers are in her fur, and sometimes I'm the lioness. 

Now I'm beside a vacant lot, overgrown, surrounded by a waist-level chain-link fence. There are wild animals inside the fence, barely caged and I see, most frightening, a giant tiger. This terrifies me, but I notice that its sleeping and I feel relieved but uneasy. I know that all I must do is get past the tiger before it wakes and notices me and I desperately don't want to be noticed. The area I'm walking through is also thick with brambles and they're scratching me and pulling at my clothes as I try to move quietly. I try not to make a sound.