Hunting the colors

Date: 12/3/2016

I'm with a group of men. I recognize none of them. We are going hunting. They refer to me as a 'new guy'. Always in a derogatory manner but I feel like they want me to be a part of something. Some say, behind my back, "He's never seen the colors". I'm frustrated because they give me no guidance but make it clear they want me to succeed. They give me a strange shotgun pistol. We get off the bus in a clearing in the woods and suddenly I'm alone. A 3 foot long lizard flies in and lands on a tree in front of me. I sense this is what I'm hunting. I shoot the creature and everything is super slow motion. I see the pellets leave the barrel and tear through the lizard. As they pass through flesh, bone, and organs, I see the most beautiful and brilliant colors I've ever seen in a dream or reality. As the speed of things return to normal, the creature is able to heal itself and fly away. I know what the colors are now but am so frustrated that I have no other answers that I wake up. This is the strangest and most visually vivid dream I've ever had!