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This one was set in what I think was a war torn Albanian type place. Again, it had the feel of the conglomerate city that my dreams exist in, but is obviously detached from any semblance of an actual recognisable town owing to the subject, and it being a disjointed and worrying dream...well...no more worrying than they always are. The main feeling I had with this one was that it was part of some larger whole that I have forgotten (similar in tone to the burgerking fairy car crash and flower meadow attack pattern delta dreams that are currently unpublished, and are likely to remain so), as for the majority of the experience I felt seriously fatigued; a profound weariness set into my supposedly youthful bones. The tiger reminded me of a manticore.

'In a compound, behind some kind of electric fence that has huge childlike green and red buttons for controls. Burch (Mete _ Bator) is the leader of our little gang, wearing odd peaked cap and khakis, and sends us out on missions to find food and supplies. I presume an apocalypse. Inside the compound is a small black lake and some high pointy structures like those found in Djenne. Outside is a warren of different coloured walls, all yellow and pink and not dissimilar to the inside of an inflatable laser quest. I am with an unknown companion, a young woman, patrolling an unspecified area when we are attacked by a tiger in some kind of radio station relay outpost. The fight seems to last for ever. I climb on a rock and kick down at it. The tiger seems smaller than I think it should be. I kick it a few times in the face, until it collapses. I climb down and kick it in the side. It turns out to be a soft toy. What kind of apocalyptic future is this?'

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