Inspiration decides how often I post and I've been been on a roll the past few weeks. Last night I was thinking that perhaps the well had run dry, which is fine as I find a few days off allow my thoughts to percolate, ferment and gel. That, and a good night's sleep, something which has eluded me the last week for some unknown reason. I woke this morning however, with the realization that I had finally gotten the rest I needed and a little bit extra. The extra being a night of very vivid dreams, which for the most part I cannot recall, but still find the knowledge of deeply satisfying. 

Except for the lingering memory of the black wolf who watched me from the end of a deserted country lane. In the dream, two deer ran wildly past and I felt their urgency and brute force as they brushed by, frighteningly close. Quickly stepping from the path, I hid in the bushes. A moment later my clothing tugged from behind and I turned to two deep pools of molten lava staring up at me. Terrified, I tried to get away but he hung on; his heavy breathing the only sound...

Thankfully, it was at this point I woke up!

I have been keeping a dream journal for the past year where I record only those dreams I feel hold some true significance. There are only four in it so far, but they are doozies. I'm going to add this one to it, but only because it is the first dream I recall ever feeling threatened by an animal in. Below is an interesting interpretation from The Dream Well. 


Wolf dreams challenge us to confront what we are afraid of, and to not lurk in the shadows of our subconscious. Wolf dreams offer us the gift of strength, freedom and the ability to fiercely protect that which is dear to us. Wolves in our dreams invite us to claim back our own power, to run freely and live our most authentic life possible, without fear, without shackles, without shame.