Animal Rights

I am a wildlife officer. I'm not seeing through my own eyes, but rather, through a chase camera, like in a video game. The time period does not seem to be modern as I'm running around on foot on roughly-hewn roads. I'm investigating illegal poaching of sea life. My current case involves illegal hunting of sharks.

I discover that the sharks being poached are of the megalodon variety. Somehow my investigation for evidence takes me to a walled village that I instantly identify as Grom'Gol.

Suspension of disbelief starts to falter (if such a thing can happen in a dream) because I recognize the place as a fictitious location from an online video game, but at the time I didn't care. I was focused on protecting animals, an overriding mindset. Walking through the center of the camp, I am ambushed.

My assailant runs up by surprise and kicks me square in the chest. The impact is such that I'm thrown up and back... impossibly so, nearly over the walls of the camp. I start fighting back, conjuring up energy from my hands, hurling engorged bolts at my attacker as quickly as I can muster, the air crackling around me from the intensity. We meet in the air and trade blows like a Crouching Tiger rip-off, then I'm down on the ground in agony. My attacker holds back a killing blow, and tells me to walk away, to ignore the poaching, to forget the fate the of the massive sharks.

I wake up.

The Oulands can wait. I'm taking a break from Warcraft. =)