My dream last night was reminiscent of old Native American folk tales. For reasons of narcissism (I assume) I was a god-figure.
There was a great desert that stretched from the middle to the end of the earth. Along the middle was a great ridge so high no land animal could climb it, and across its peaks blew a wind that bared even the strongest flying creatures.
The desert was home to many things: the fly, the hornet, the spider, the sparrow and the snake. Every day and every night the hornet tried to sting the fly, the spider sought to devour the hornet, the sparrow to eat the spider and the snake to swallow the sparrow. With each was hunger and fear, save the fly and the snake, who only suffered from one or the other.
On the other side of the ridge was a meadow, a cool pond and a soothing breeze, the gentle sister of the gale that guarded it.
After a time the fly came to me and begged me to lift it over the ridge into the meadow.
"Please have pity on me, for every day and every night I flee cruel hornet, whom I have done no wrong. I hunger for no creature of the desert and only wish to quench my thirst in the cool waters of the meadow."
Looking down upon the fly, quivering and afraid, I was moved, for even then the hornet waited impatient and hungry outside of our circle.
Even to me crossing the ridge would be a challenge, so I put the fly in a special box with netting for walls, and asked him to wait until the winds died down.
The next day the hornet came to me with a similar plea. With the fly taken from her appetite her days were spent in fear of the spider. After making her promise to respect the fly or face my wrath, I placed her in the box as well. I put the fly facing away, so that he would not be confronted by fear, and the hornet faced the fly, to keep her stinger pointed away.
Then the spider came to me with a similar plea. After obtaining his word I placed him in the box as well, facing away from the hornet so that she would be protected by stinger and unthreatened by fang.
Soon the sparrow was in the box as well, facing away from all and waiting for the winds to weaken so that I could carry them over the ridge.
Snake came to me but could offer no need, only hungry desire. No fear drove him, just an endless want. I denied him my assistance and he angrily slinked away, promising vengeance.
A day came when the winds were weaker. Every creature had kept its promise and the remained in a line least threatening to their lessers. I began to climb the ridge.
The winds were strong but did not touch me, instead tearing at the box in my hands As I neared the top I put the box on a peak and every animal with in gasped in awe at the distant paradise. I felt a bite on my ankle and stumbled, hearing only a hissing laughter in the shadows. I dropped the box and it broke spilling the fly and spider back into the desert and the hornet and sparrow into the meadow.
I woke up at this point, so I don't know if there was a moral or not. Had a weird feel to it though.