I had felt like lying in the moment the sun came up, and while I had enjoyed the dream again, it had left me thinking. As expected, I had indeed dreamed of the croc and the hippos. It couldn't have just been a coincidence for me to dream of them the moment I saw them in the zoo. Something strange was going on, but so far, it didn't seem too bad to me. I was rapidly getting over my fear of animals quickly, at least with the ones I had seen so far.
There was only one thing that I couldn't quite understand...what was it with the stares? Every time I looked at a certain animal, they stared back at me with a strange look, like their wild side showed, and then in the dreams I'd been having, they were much more gentle. What was with that? Was there some kind of hidden meaning behind it? I had no idea, but I had to find out somehow.
My parents had always said that animals were animals, and were simply themselves. But now, after what I had been experiencing, I wasn't convinced...something was h