I had a dream about a grassy hillside in full bloom. I was hiking through this countryside, enjoying the view, but something was nagging at me. There were legends of some beast allowed to roam out there, and I knew it would be smart to keep my eyes sharp in case I encountered whatever it was. It wasn't long before the legend was proved true, and a white lion appeared on the hillside above me. He charged at me, and I managed to duck just as he leaped over my head, landing down the hill from me. He turned again to face me, but now I had the advantage of height. I was also now miraculously armed with a purple pillow. I didn't know where it had come from, but it would have to do. I met the lion's charge with the pillow, and he turned into golden dust, flying away on the wind.
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