Wolves and Germany and Quake Oh My
Passing down some stairs passed a giant chess game I saw someone from the blue team (I must have been red) and saw he had the red flag. We both sort of looked at each other and recognized we had each others' flags. I made a futile and uninspired grab at his, but didn't come close. Then we both continued on our way.
I was chewing a large wad of gum and trying to talk to someone, and old friend I guess, that I had met up in the corridors. I think she was talking about her boyfriend and how he was still working on (something) and wasn't back yet.
Fade to...
A zoo (?) in Germany. Gravel and dirt paths through the forest. Very much like logging roads I think. A group of us were going around and looking at things. The only exibits I remember is a "cow tipping demonstration". There was a guy in a very bad cow suit who got us in to gather around and then, with the help of an old bed to fall onto, showed us how cows are tipped. The bed went from having a matress on it to just being an old iron bed, which I thought must have been painful, but he didn't seem to mind.
We all sat on the ground and watched. Several wolves came up to us, and I, with a history with wolves, wasn't scared, but said hello and showed my hand to it, as you would a friendly dog. It growled and took my hand in it's mouth. Not scared, I talked to it and said things like "good wolf, it's all ok..." etc, in a soothing voice, willing myself not to be scared, but still trying to see if I could get my hand out of it's mouth. The teeth were still too tight on my hand though. The wolf went from almost no pressure in it's jaw so that I could almost get my hand out to almost painful pressure. Eventually it bit down hard enough that it was painful, and went beyond a little playbite.
Not long after this I manged to get my hand free and saw he had broken the skin a bit. I told my friends, "time to leave" and that I wanted to get this checked out at the zoo hospital. One guy (silverstr?) ran on ahead with a flashlight to help show the way. It had become not only night, but raining down terribly as well, making it hard to see and just very very unpleasent.
To get out of the park/zoo, we had to go hand over hand up a vertical or near vertical cliff, with just strips of cardboard down the sides for hand holds. The cardboard (or maybe strips of wood) held just fine, and there didn't seem as much effort required to pull myself up this cliff as it should. I didn't get so much tired as scared. I couldn't see the top, nor the bottom, and it seemed like I was stuck in the middle of this huge cliff face with no end in sigh. My hands loosened or my feet missed themselves, I'm not sure which, and I almost fell. At this point I woke up, with the hand that the wolf was gnawing on freezing cold (it was outside the covers). I realized it was just a dream and tried to close my eyes to go back to it, but didn't succeed.