crazy dream

A heavy rain kept my wife and my dog and myself in bed longer than I wanted to stay this morning, The comfort was something you can't buy in a gas station or on a shady street. On waking I put the necessary straps onto Walter and headed into to the weathered streets. I was worried about the long grass getting his under carriage wet, but I knew I could towel him off. At the street corner one house over I noticed the small "Garage Sale" sign posted to the light pole. The rain was still pounding the window pains when I was confronted by my closest friends: it was time for us to go down deep into the earth to regain control of our home. I stayed back with Lauren at first. What are they getting themselves into? I woke Lauren who like me seemed drugged. "We got to go," I said. She was quite but got up and followed me. I could see the last of my friends so I called out to them to wake up. We crossed the threshold into a dark basement, light flickered from flaming torches hung along the wall. We started our track down. What we entered was a kind of desolate farm. I was unclear what our mission was. Something involving sheep and the devil. Apparently this was some kind of home both the devil and the old Garden of Eden. Demons were crossing fields a half mile away amongst overgrown woods. I could see tigers battling lit figures. In a barn some of my friends were already there, cutting loose the sheep. These somehow represented peace up above us. Somehow alerted we ran from the barn having rescued the last of the sheep and made our way into an old farm house. Up the stairs we went. Out the window we could see heroes of old, in armor fighting but losing too different forces of evil. They were entering the house. All we could do was wait. I meditated on my end. I put my arm around Lauren to protect here and picked up an old chair. It was then I noticed my tiny pocket knife. Not the largest but only recently sharpened to a razor's edge. The first of these menacing creatures popped its head around the old door jam. A tiger's head, followed by an archer. He fired an arrow at us. I lifted the old chair I had and its arrow headed thwacked into the seat of the chair. Lauren was behind me. I ran up to the edge of the door. There was a small foyer before it opened into the room. My cousin was still by the window. I had my knife out. I would look at him to see how far into the room they were. For some reason they were cautious. I waited. As soon as he gave me the signal I drove my small knife blindly with all my force around the corner. Catching the archer in the eye. I pulled it out quickly and made short work of his neck, pulling it across fast and as deep as possible. He fell to the floor. I turned back around the corner and waited for more. I looked at my wife. She was cowered in fear.