I dreamt a few weeks ago that I was shooting an elephant in my closet. But my gun was too weak and the bullets were ricocheting off its skull, making a tremendous noise.

Then it was lying on the ground bound with rubber and it was supposed to be dead but I knew it wasn't and it had been bound with rubber for a long time, and I was still shooting it because it was terrible that it was alive and bound with rubber, but the bullets were sticking in its skin.