I remember passing rooms with huge speaker systems. I remember climbing flights on flights of large white marble staircases with no railings surrounded by lush tropical greenery...
As I walked through corridors and staircases, antelopes and deers would scuttle past me. I came upon two zoo keepers discussing animals.
A lioness appears, she seemed intimidating and the keepers seemed a bit cautious. I wondered if she was the reason the deers rushed past me without thought. The keepers told me not to move.
She roared so loudly and deeply that it shook ground from under me. I began to become afraid for my life. She came close to me and she seemed much larger than a male. Her wet nose smelled my side. She roared in my face as I turned to the wall of greenery and closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes and remember starring deep into her big hazel marbled eyes and how wide her Aboriginal face was covered with fur, lashes, hair, whiskers and scars. Like looking at a white dragon. She was beautiful. Her color was a light blonde and her mouth was outlined by her clay black lips. She growled deeply, I could feel every vibration under my skin. She opened her mouth and roared again which began to push me back.
I came to a platform which I stopped short at because I almost ran right off it. Nothing had railings. I was in a labyrinth. I regained my balance. I then realized the lioness was no longer chasing me and the staircase now led to the lobby crowded with people who took no notice to me or my alarm. A bell boy escorted me to a empty banquet hall along a red velvet rope. I remember nothing after that.
