Last week I dream a wolf is looking in my open bedroom window. The window screen is made of fabric, not metal, and he tears it away with a casual swipe of his paw. There is no screen, no veil, no barrier between the two of us as we stare into each other’s eyes. I am unsettled, but he presents me with no threat. We see, and we breathe, together.
Day notes:
I’ve been too busy to record this dream until now and have remembered only fragments of other dreams following this one. When I have a power dream I don’t seem to be able to move on to other dreams until I write it down. Give it attention and respect.
I most often dream of cats. I don’t recall ever dreaming of wolves. Of course wolf brings tremendous symbolic richness and spiritual dimension.