Penned in

I dreamed my son and I were at a wildlife park, some kind of zoo with large tracts of lands. A lady colleague of mine had fallen into the lion's den, which comprised a few acres of rolling grasslands bordered by a high, green block fence on one side and a river on the other. She couldn't climb back out and was hollering for help.

The lion, down by the river, heard her and came galloping up. My son scrambled down to try and lift her out, but then he, too, got stuck. The lion, which had an extraordinarily expressive face, raised its eyebrows (perhaps it was a silent-film comedian in a prevous incarnation). It sauntered up, menacing and jolly, and proceed to stick out its toes closer to the intended victims, a display of its power, toying with them.

I reached down and grabbed my son, who grabbed the lady, and hauled them up. We turned to run, only to see the comedian lion climb up after us...