August 5, 2011

Dreaming about Botswana

Her gaze may look gentle, but this mother rhinoceros is fierce--especially when protecting her young.

7:27 AM

I had another dream about Botswana last night. It didn’t make a lot of sense. But that’s not surprising since dreams are usually a strange collage of your experiences and your fears mixed with at least a few absurd details.

When I woke up, the first thing I thought about was the fever I got during our trip on the Okavango Delta. I had a lot of vivid dreams during that long, febrile night in the tent. I guess you could say I was delirious. I don’t remember the details of any of those dreams, but I know I had a lot of weird visions swirling around in my head. Did you know that after five minutes of waking, 50% of your dream is forgotten, and within 10 minutes after waking up you forget 90% of your dream?

Back to my dream last night … I dreamt that we were traveling through the bush to rescue an injured baby rhino. Ha. You’ll understand how crazy that image is after you read our book. (It’s finally coming out next month!) We met a baby rhino–and her angry mother–but we definitely weren’t rescuing either of them. Talk about an intimidating creature. Along with being fierce and fast–they can run up to 30 miles per hour–they have an “extended ‘vocabulary’ of growls, grunts, squeaks, snorts and bellows.”

Unlike my crazy dreams, I will never forget hearing those guttural sounds first hand. I think they are embedded in my bones.