Last night I dreamed that I was supposed to kill a wolf. I tried to strangle it and crush it’s wind pipe with my knees and my hands and it just wouldn’t die. It’s eyes begged to be seen. I was so consumed with killing it that I didn’t realize it had turned into a man.
I don’t know what he said as he spoke to me but his words and the look in his eyes made me feel a deep compassion for him. My heart ached because I knew I was still supposed to kill him. He sat up on a chair and we talked for a long time. But I still had this feeling that I was supposed to kill him and this voice kept telling me to do so. Out of compassion for the man and anger for the guilt I felt, I turned to confront the voice telling me to kill.
As I turned my attention to the voice I didn’t notice the man had turned back into a wolf. The hand I held in mine turned to a paw. As I felt the fur under my fingers my heart sank. Before I could turn to see the animal I felt its teeth sink into the flesh of my arm. I released it’s paw and it ran away without looking back.