Inner talk with the Hunter and Pumba.

Woke up this morning way too early.
Around 3:30 am

I got aware of something going on in my mind.
A business.
So I apply what I heard two days earlier in some YouTube clip.
I ask the thing: "Who are you?"
I see an eye.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I continue.
The image completes and shows me a duck!
A duck!
The black kind with big round white eye and red beek.
It stares straight at me.
I ask it what do you want?
The duck floats away from me but doesn't disappear.
I get annoyed.
Then, out of the blue, a tall man appears, wearing camouflage, heavy boots, a kaki hat and holding a two-barrel shotgun. His dog follows him.
He grabs the duck by the neck and powerfully throw it in the air, loads the shotgun and shoots the duck mid-air!
The dog rushes to retrieve the game.
I. AM. BAFFLED!

"Who are you?" I ask.
He sits on my left side and stares at me in disbelief but with patience.
I'm the Hunter, he says.

"What hunter?" I reply.
"You know, the Hunter, Orion." He smiles.

The dog is back with the pray. His tail is wagging but it's not a dog. It's a pig!
Like Pumba!
WTF??
"You chew too much pork" the Hunter explains.

I'm thinking: "Get your ass back to the bloody stars and leave me alone" but he interferes and says:"I'm the hunter. You are the hunter. You stopped hunting. You forgot how to hunt. Affraid to kill because it is not allowed. You type all day at this 'computer'..."
He is mocking my lifestyle.
"If you don't hunt them, they will continue eating you."
"Who? What?? What's eating me?" I ask.
"Can't you feel it?" He smiles.
Suddenly I become very aware of my entire body. My toes, my legs, my back! It's killing me.
The duck was removed and killed from my brain. That's how I finally reached the Hunter.
"What's the back pain? What animal is it?"
"An aligator" he says. Emotionless.
"Kill it" I tell him.
"I can't. He is too deep integrated to you body."
"So what should I do???" I almost panic.
"I don't know." He smugs. "It seems not to like oxygen".
I start bearthing beeply. Into my belly.
The pain reduces as if the teeth of the gator are releasing.
"This is exhausting." I tell him. "I can't do this all my life long!!"
"Not my problem!" He laughs laudly.
"What's the weight on my shoulders?" I ask.
"An hyppopotamus" He replies, lifting his eyebrows, mockingly.

Guess what I did last weekend?
Visited the zoo.
Saw a cute baby hyppo

 and did this...