I am a tourist guide taking a group of Asian tourists through my city.
We are not anywhere I recognise, however, but walking in an open field. It's really beautiful. I walk on ahead of the rest and begin singing to music that comes from the sky.
We get to a platform above water, a river. I realise I have a vegemite sandwich in my hand and I don't want it. Instead of throwing it all away I break off a chunk and throw it over the edge.
Suddenly the tourists murmur and point: far off there are a group of panda bears, huge ones, crossing the width of the river.
One breaks from the group. He swims over to us, climbs the platform and makes his way towards me. Then he smashes me in the head with his huge paw and swims away back to his panda friends.
My head hurts, but I return to daydreaming, realise the sandwich again, break off a chunk again and throw it in the river. The panda comes over and hits me again.
This happens a few more times, before the panda tells me to follow him and dives under the water. I dive too, and though the river looked muddy brown, it is clear blue underneath. It is the bottom of a huge swimming pool.
He shows me that I am polluting his home by throwing the sandwich in it. I nod that I understand.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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