Wednesday, November 9, 2011
I had a dream about two wolves or coyotes a few months back before the summer. They were sick or starving. I remember in the dream that the news said not to let them in or to feed them. It was like waiting for a storm. I looked out my mother's window. I saw them going through the garbage. I remember them seeing me and feeling so bad for them. That all they needed was love, food, and kindness. I said to them as I petted them, (feeling stupid afterward that I did since they could have pests or diseases I could catch) "I am so sorry... I wish I had food for you but we have nothing and I would gladly give it if it were mine to give." I was worried my mom would scream at me for feeding them since they were wild. She was already freaking out that I was petting them thinking I was dead at that point. They spoke to me in my mind, "Because you're open and pure we will pass over your house. Now close the door and bar your windows. You will hear things. Don't get involved." We did as we were told. They entered a neighbor's home through the windows. We heard screams, howls and growls. We heard flesh being torn and everything being eaten up. We tried to cover our ears but it didn't help. I heard heart beats...thumping...drums. I couldn't banish the noise. It went on what felt like forever. Then it was over.