Flying Kangaroo (dream)

There was this creature, it sort of morphed from a black dolphin racing through a sandy desert into a flying kangaroo. It wasn’t quite either of those animals at anytime, but some mix of a number of animals, maybe a little prehistoric, and big, like a dinosaur.

There was a kid – maybe 8-10 years old – and he was sort of riding it – or being pulled by it. It was some kind of escapade that was being filmed. (And, in the dream, it started out with me watching a video of it – but then within seconds I was in it in a different way, at times I believe I was the one filming it.)

They were going along on this orange desert when they came to a tall cliff and then the creature started to fly over the ravine. The landscape was very sci-fi looking. Very deep ravine, beautiful windy river below.

At first they were flying over the river – but then it was part of the choreography for the flying animal to dive down the ravine and toward the river. At this point I was right there with them, falling/diving in tandem with them as I was filming the event. It was incredibly dark and scary and I looked up toward the animal and there was a Hawaiian man who was hanging straight down from the end of a rope attached to the creature and he was singing a mermaid song to keep the boy calm.

The boy was on another rope lower than the singer, and he was holding on with everything he had and you could hear him breathing – short panicked breaths.

I was incredibly upset that his father set him up for this whole ordeal. (It reminded me of that 7-year-old girl set out to be the youngest pilot to make a cross-country flight. I remember thinking they weren’t going to make it, and I was heartbroken when my worries became a reality not long after they’d set out on their trek.)