the fox and the killer whale

Last night I had one of those dreams. The kind that you actually remember the next morning. Although, I knew I wanted to share it, and so I took the time to jot it down. Based on my notes, and my memory, this is what happened:
The setting: my house in California. For those of you who haven't seen it, its quite picturesque. Although kind of messy. But that's not the point. The view is all mountains, and sky, and a bright little sliver of Pacific Ocean on the horizon. In the dream, however, ocean surrounded the two story home. Grey skies and terrible creatures were lurking in the waters below.
I've had a fear of killer whales for so long, I can't remember. I've had dreams before where I'm in a dark tank, and two or more swim below me. They never hurt me, but if one grazes my foot, I swear to God I'll die right there. Anyways, back to the dream I'm currently addressing. So in the water, I see big sharks. And I see a shark eat a huge fish, and then this gigantic killer whale comes up from behind the humongous shark and devours him whole. So I'm running from room to room, trying to see what I can see from the second floor windows. And then I see him. Down below on the embankment above the water. This little fox. He's the most beautiful little thing you've ever seen. And so I must tell you where he came from. We'll get back to the dream again, I promise you.
When I was eight or nine, maybe eleven, my mom and I went for an evening walk to go pick up our mail on the main road.  This was one of my favorite evening/after school activities. The evening has always been my most favorite time of day. Especially where I grew up. Pastel sunsets, warm breezes, and always, as my dad can remember, "the night sounds".... anyways. We were walking up Resmar Road, and there, perched on a stone wall, looking more stoic than a king, was a baby fox. A kit. He was the same color of my hair, with this patch of white on his ruffled chest. He saw me, and he looked in my eyes, and he sort of smiled. This really happened. Pretty much.
So, in the dream, he was running back and forth on the wall that separated my house from the waves that were beating against it. And the killer whale was watching him closely.
My mom said something like "Katie, don't watch."
But I couldn't help myself. I saw the killer whale, the one that had eaten the shark, floating beside the left wall. I saw him waiting for the fox. I saw the fox teasing him and taunting him. I didn't think what would happen next would happen. But the fox started running towards the whale. He was running so fast, lighting speed. This little blip of red amongst the grey blue darkness surrounding him.  He leaped, and in slow motion, (yeah, my dreams can do slow motion), he leaped into the air, and the killer whale grabbed the little kit by it's head, and shook him so hard. I saw his little red body being whipped around. Side to side, up and down. His small arms and legs lying dead at his sides. And then finally, the whale dropped his head back, and let the baby fox fall right down his throat. (dream ends)
I woke up this morning, and I felt so bad. I don't know where it all came from, or what any of it means.

A dear college friend of mine has always referred to me as her kit. Her baby fox. And I just hope, I really hope I don't jump into the whale's mouth. Because it looked painful. And shocking. And it was all over just so fast.