Phantom Saber-Tooth

Date: 2/1/2021

I dreamt I was in England (I live in the United States). The small town I was in had an annual tradition, though it was also a bit of a curse really. One night, each year, a spectral saber-tooth tiger skeleton would race down the main street of the town seeking prey. For those on the street, in order to ward of the spirit, they hung a wind chime near the front door and placed a lit candle below it. On the day beforehand, there were all sorts of parties and people celebrating. I don’t know why you’d celebrate this, though.