Intruders, music and beasts

Date: 5/24/2022

I was sleeping in an apartment in Brooklyn, New York. The quiet night was interrupted by someone repeatedly ringing the doorbell and talking on a loud speaker “Wake up. Wake up.” There were a few other people in other rooms and all of us shared the same annoyance. We all laid low and waited for the strangers to leave. I crouched beside a window with blinds that were open just a crack at the bottom and I tried taking a photo with my cellphone but then realized that the light from the screen would illuminate my face and allow them to see me, so I quickly shut off my phone. They left for a while, and then came back with a stretcher. It looked like they were setting up a plan to trick someone into letting them in the building. I took out a handgun and pointed it at them through the window. They eventually were able to get into the building, so I quickly left my room and headed down the hallway. The plan was to sneak around to the other side of them for an ambush. I went up a stairwell to the second floor. This floor seemed to be a university of some sort, but it was composed of a very large open space that was very ornate. It reminded me of a big fancy hotel with corredores and ballrooms - all of them full of seated students who were learning about music. The whole university seemed to be devoted to music. I entered a smaller room that turned out to be a library of vinyl records. Some 70’s song I didn’t recognize was playing in the room and the mood was very chill. I found the other stairwell and started descending. On the floor below, there were a few women in hijabs mingling around the stairwell. The room was tense, and there were lots of boxes full of random machinery. I heard an angry man yelling about needing a specific part and he was angry that his wife didn’t get it for him. I decided to leave quietly before the situation got worse. — I was on a hunt in a helicopter. We hovered over western hills, scanning the shrubbery and low trees for some wild beasts that roam the area. Eventually we decided to cast out some bait to bring them out of hiding. We shot a dozen small pieces of meat out into the hills. Very quickly, I saw a large animal run through the shrubs toward some of the bait. “We got one!” Someone shouted. I watched a documentary series as a woman walked through a small tropical village. She greeted another woman–a native–who looked strikingly similar. They opened a small refrigerator to reveal some preserved meat on hangers. It was the beast we had caught on the hillside, and the woman hosting the documentary had finally found it after her long search. She also realized that the native woman is her long lost sister. There was a short sequence of TV about something to do with cryptography, but I don’t remember much of that. Eventually it was back to the animal documentary. The camera pointed out toward a dark hill at night, illuminated by Jeep headlights. A couple lions came into view, and their eyes glowed in the spotlight. The image paused on a freeze frame of the glowing eyes in the night. I turned away from the TV, hearing some distant dogs howling and causing a scene. My dog, Bailey, looked uneasy. I got up from the couch and tried to determine which direction the racket was coming from. The howling grew louder and closer, and I soon realized it was the sound of coyotes howling and yipping in the night. Bailey grew even more tense, pacing the house and looking at the doors and windows nervously. She started to bark in defense. “It’s ok, it’s ok!” I tried to calm her down. It sounded as though the coyotes were surrounding us right outside the windows. I cracked the kitchen blinds to get a look. Outside, I saw a large pack of coyotes scattered across the dark grass hill beside our house. They looked like they weren’t really after anything, just hanging out and living free.