I am walking by a roundabout. To my left are hazy trees - a green darkness between the boughs of this edgeland wood. Thinking is this some kind of zombie film? Figures move between the trees. They become clearer as I draw near. There is no fear here, just a deep sense of mystery.
I must take refuge in a room, there is a tiger outside. The feel of a desert place. I shut the door against the tiger outside. Only the bottom half closes - am I safe from the tiger here?
In a room with Mum and Dad. The feel of the kitchen in the second flat in Malta. Dad does not see me? Some discussion about the tiger?
I see from my dream journal, my notes are headed 'stone tiger', hence the title of this dream.
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