I'm not sure how your mind works, but I can tell you that if I had a dream about being attacked by a
right outside of my nations capital, the interpretation would be a complete slam
But in case it's not that, here is a more general insight.
While I have never been attacked by a cryptid in a dream, I have had just a couple of dreams about being in life or death fights with animals, and in
my case they were fairly transparent, so although I am by no means an expert in dream interpretation, I can tell you what a dream about a ferocious
animal has meant for me. Whether it means the same for you, I leave up to your own judgment.
The most memorable dream about fighting an animal I ever had was in late 2001. I was an atheist at the time, but I was back outside my old church, and
there was a tiger on the prowl outside, stalking the kids. Everyone else was freaking out and running for their lives, and there I was, scared as a
sonofagun, keeping myself between that tiger and the kids, just certain that it was going to attack and make short work of me. But it never did. Every
time it would make some fearsome move I would move to meet it, and it would back down.
I knew what that dream meant the second I woke up. I was pondering joining the Marine Corps at the time (as I ended up doing roughly a year and a half
later) and not long before that I had learned from TV that the name Osama means "big cat".
So it was pretty much a no-brainer that my subconscious was telling me that I there was a challenge in front of me that I believed I could handle (in
that case a very specific challenge).
The other one was when I was about eight years old. In that dream, I was out in front of my grandmother's house, along with my older cousin, and
there was a tyrannosaurus attacking us. Luckily in this dream my cousin and I were in a great big front-loader (my father was a heavy equipment
operator so I knew and loved my heavy machinery even as a young child).
That one I was a little too young to analyze at the time obviously, but I've never forgotten it, and looking back, it's pretty clear what it meant.
In my town, we had two elementary schools- one for K-2, another for grades 3-5. I had just promoted into the third grade, and before that I had a
pretty stout reputation as a bully slayer. Not that I'm some kind of hero, but I used to have SERIOUS anger issues, and rarely did a month go by when
a teacher didn't have to pull me off of a bigger, older boy and drag me to the principals office, because you couldn't so much as call me a name
without me bursting into tears and kicking the holy crap out of you, and there wasn't a heck of a lot you could do to make me stop coming at you. All
I can figure is that I had some kind of adrenaline disorder, because I wasn't even that strong- I just couldn't feel pain when i was mad, and it
eventually disappeared around the time I hit puberty.
My older cousin is what cinches the analysis on that one. He was in 5th grade at the same school, and he'd told me when I first got there that I had
to calm down before one of the older kids got their hands on me when he wasn't around.
So bottom line, for me, a dream about fighting a large dangerous animal reflects a subconscious understanding that I am facing a physically dangerous
challenge- the details thereof often being somehow reflected in the dream as well.
As for dying in dreams- that's REALLY common for me. Although I do believe in prophetic dreams and have had a couple, I have never noticed any
correlation between those dying dreams and significant changes in my life. I realize that puts me in direct opposition to almost the entirety of the
dream-analysis community, but that's just not what I have experienced. In my case dying dreams have almost always represented either an extremely
deep desire (to the point that I might be willing to die for it) or a fear that I feel powerless against.
I couldn't even begin to describe all of the dreams where I have died, but again I'll give you the two or three that stand out the most to me.
The first that really sticks with me strongly was in 1992. I was sitting in my dad's truck with my cousin in the parkinglot of our local K-mart, when
something (i don't remember what) became a threat to us- so, for want of an adult, we fired up the truck ourselves and ran like hell. Unfortunately I
soon found out that I don't know how to drive- I was crashing all over the dang place. For whatever reason, my cousin climbs out the back window into
the bed of the pickup, and eventually informs me that our mysterious cargo is a box of scud missiles (the details are hazy- this dream used to make a
lot more sense, but anyway, in the mind of a 9 year old, a Ford F-150 is capable of carrying a couple of dozen scud missiles- I wasn't exactly a
munitions expert you know.) Well eventually I crashed us off a cliff and blew us both to smithereens (cut me some slack, it was my first time behind
I chalk that one up to the Gulf War and my not understanding that it was going to be a complete cakewalk (to be fair, even the pentagon didn't think
the gulf war was going to be a cakewalk until it actually happened, but I was way too young to know anything about that- all I knew is there was a war
on and they were launching missiles at us (which again, they weren't, but I was too young to get it and we were the ones at war with them so when i
heard about the scuds on the news i could only assume that we were the ones they would launch at). I was afraid the war was going to come home.
Then in junior high I had a recurring dream that me and this girl i had a crush on were being chased by these wierd munchkin ninja dudes through some
kind of a swamp. And eventually we get to this clearing and for whatever reason we get really scared and we stop, and the munchkin ninjas catch up,
along with this lady in a very big, puffed out black dress who kinda reminds me of portraits of some queen I have seen in old textbooks in the course
of my school years.
The munchkins drag off my crush and the queen beheads me. I don't even want to know what Freud would say (so if you do know, just keep it to your
dang self, pretty please) but anyway I think it's fairly clear that the dream had to do with my burgeoning interest in and fear of women.
So combining the themes of impending challenge, fear, and desire that I generally associate with death and dangerous animals in dreams, and of course
the location, I'd say that your dream has to do with some apprehension about a political or national matter that you wish to get involved in but
perhaps may feel is too big for you.