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The trail that leads down to the shores of Okanagan Lake clings to a steep hillside. One side of it goes up like a cliff, held together a network of juniper roots. The other side of the trail is a tangle of thorny wild blackberry bushes that not even Peter Rabbit would welcome being thrown into.
I was going down the trail when I saw something with its head in among the blackberry canes.
Then the animal pulled its head back to glare at me. It was a boar. A wild boar. A very big wild boar. With vicious tusks.
It came charging up the hill on its spindly legs.
I tried to back away. My feet slipped. I landed on my back. The boar was almost on top of me. I started kicking frantically to keep the beast away.
That’s when Joan shook me awake.
Categories: Soft Edges
Tags: fear, dreams, boar, interpretation