Chased

I had the same dream last night. Except it was slightly different.

This time, there were two wolf-things. I mean, they looked like wolves, but they were bigger. And not just bigger, but longer. They stretched out. They were huge. And their jaws were, like, super wide. And they chased after me, while I ran through the forest again.

The rest of the dream was the same though. I was running through each square hole of each giant tree, until I came to a big one where the hole was in the center, so I climbed it. I gripped each branch with my sweaty palms until I almost reached the center, but then I felt two pairs of claws hook onto me and pull me down. The giant wolf-things then devoured me starting with my ribs.

In conclusion: what was up with that last post? Did I do that in my sleep? Whatever. I woke up with Dandruff on my chest again. I need to get her to stop that.

Howl

I haven't posted in a few weeks because I haven't really been remembering my dreams. Not even some of them, not even images, which I usually remember. But yesterday (or perhaps it was today), I did have a dream I remember.

I was running through the woods. It was dark and the moon was bright and full. It was bigger than normal, huge, like it was super close to the earth. It was so big I thought about reaching out and touching it. Just touching the moon, leaving my fingerprints in the dust.

But I kept running, because something was chasing me. I thought it was a wolf, but it was too big to be a wolf. In fact, everything was too big in these woods. The trees became big as soon as I looked at them, giant redwoods with square holes carved in them. I ran through each hole, each tree, trying to escape the giant wolf-thing that was after me. Sometimes the holes would be in the center of the tree, so I would have to climb up the tree in order to go through them, but I knew I had to go through the hole to escape.

Finally, the wolf-thing caught up to me as I was climbing a tree. It pulled me down with sharp claws and then pounced on my chest. It began to bite into my stomach and I could feel it burrowing down, its head going down into my ribcage. I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a howl.

So, in conclusion: I woke up to find my cat Dandruff on my chest. Yeah, that pretty much explained it.