the dream pt 2


GONE! Everything was gone. I was alone in the woods. I cowered in fear as I listened to the howling of the wolves. They were getting closer. I was too terrified to look but somehow managed to. I was surrounded by them. The only sound I noticed now was the whimpering of one lone wolf. I looked around trying to figure out which wolf it was…when I realised the sounds were my own. I had become a wolf. I was confused but didn’t have time to ponder the events that led me to this point. A hunter was approaching. I didn’t know what to do. It didn’t matter. I didn’t have time to react anyway. I heard the sound before I felt it. There was a crack like lightning and a boom like thunder. Then a pain … oh the pain. It was likethe hot fire I had previously adored. It stung like the venom of 1000 bee stings. It sent a shock through my body before I fell limp. The last thing I see is the hunter coming to me with a knife prepared to take my hide as his trophy. I awoke in a panic. Thinking the dream was over not realising I was still dreaming. I walked to the living room to find my son wearing the hide of the wolf  that was just me. I also saw the pack of wolves circling my son in the house they spoke to me saying. ..”if you do not change your murderous ways we will take what is precious to you. An eye for an eye… a hide for a hide…” The house then burst into flames and I wake up. 

I don’t know what to make of this dream but I am open to any interpretation


The dream pt 1


I woke up one morning and realised I’ve had the same dream for the past 3 months. Not every night but most nights. Its so strange. I’m sitting in a hut and there is a fire in the middle of the room. It is surrounded by reddish brown rocks. As I’m sitting there, there is a man. He is elderly, he’s wearing a sort of robe. He has a headdress on and a stick with something inside it and peacock feathers tied to it. He is jumping around the room chanting in a language I don’t understand and mythodicly shaking the stick. I’m sitting in front of this fire entranced by the chanting of the old man and the beautiful colors of the flames. I  hear wolves howling in the distance. I close my eyes. When I open them thehut the fire and the old man are gone and iI’m alone