I dreamed this morning that I went to the 47th Street exit, even though for some reason I thought it wasn’t safe, and it was the most beautiful, sunny wooded area you could imagine — idyllic. But it didn’t feel safe, so I walked south, away from it. But then I decided it was worth it, so I turned around to return, but it was suddenly dark as dusk among the trees. But I could sense that the mood would change if I didn’t go back.

Then I was in an underground menagerie or circus holding area with all kinds of weird creatures in primitive (bamboo-like) cages. At first, I felt safe because I assumed no one would put animals into cages from which they could escape. But then a tiger or something similar walked out of one toward me. Then another animal. Then I turned down a row of cages, and every door opened, and a colorful ape-like creature (pink, green, blue, purple, etc.), stepped out and started following me slowly and ominously. I turned down another row with the same results. Panic.