saffronhare

Last night’s dreaming was terribly realistic and quite startling, so I figure I should write it down. Read more if you like -- just don’t expect coherence. And comments are welcome, but not necessary.

Setting was just as I tend to sleep when husband isn’t home: dog with her chin on the windowsill to “keep watch,” and me sort of diagonally across the bed, curled up behind her so I can open my eyes and see out the window into the front yard if she starts growling. (I know, I’d sleep better if I closed the shade, but somehow we both prefer this arrangement – especially since I’ve started sleeping in my contact lenses and can actually see out the window.) Anyway.

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In the dream, Marley started bristling and growling. I grab her collar and steady her to keep her from barking while I check out what’s causing the upset. Wolves, lots of them. Moving in the front yard, almost dancing, in a circle around a square white candle surrounded by a bunch of smaller white tapers in the snow. While I watch, three other wolves approach from the north, one at a time. They’re big and important, sort of like dignitaries who only arrive at an event once it’s already underway. As each of them approach (maybe a few minutes apart?), they sort of flick their eyes toward me and make eye contact. It’s electrifying. Like they want me to know they know I’m watching, but anybody else watching wouldn’t be likely to catch the movement. It’s hard to say how I feel about being noticed, but it’s not comfortable.

The larger circle of wolves continues circling the candles in a loosely organized fashion. After the third big wolf (they’re all sort of light grey/white and huge), they disappear. And then the candles are suddenly right below my window. They’re lit – and I think I ought to go outside and put them out before something catches fire, but I can’t muster the courage to step outside. I don’t think it was fear of the wolves, because they all seem to be gone. Just a vulnerability to the situation that I didn't like much.

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Then, somehow, we’re all awake and walking around the house, lights on and everything. It’s dark outside and, from where I’m standing in the kitchen, I see two shapes moving on the house to our north (which is a different house but not, somehow). Two . . . I dunno, gargoyles? . . . sort of reach/grow/drift down and become two men walking. One tall and thin with sort of longish light brown hair and a mustache/beard; one shorter and stockier with darker hair, cut short. Both in casual clothes. They turn and start coming down my driveway to the door. I run to the door and get it open to greet them before they ring the bell.

They have a clipboard and some paperwork for me. Seems I’m to be certified at some level of shape-shifting because "last night's events.” I’m guessing they mean the whole wolf thing. My interaction with the “big dogs” triggered a notice to Shape-Shifting HQ or whatever, so they’re here to give me a rating somewhere above beginner but not yet advanced. I explain that I hadn’t intentionally done something and could they please tell me what I'd done. I thought I'd just watched. They said sometimes shape-shifters just emerge; that’s why the radar works the way it does – to get me noticed and in training before something unintended happens.

The end.
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It feels like a Significant Dream, so I figured I ought to record it. There was a passage of sorts, but darn if I can figure out precisely what happens next.

Oh, and I never did get out of bed to check whether the front door was locked because I was convinced something startling would happen and didn’t have the guts to invite it. Sort of regretting that now. Oh, well. But this morning, pulling out of the driveway, I noticed a circular path worn into the snow on the lawn, just outside my bedroom window. I did not get out of the car to check for footprints.