I used to have terrible dark dreams almost every night and I would wake up so scared that I couldn’t move. Some of it was from the medications, they would give me trippy druggy dreams. When I was really ill I couldn’t tell the dreams apart from reality and I would lie there, in my sweat, for a long time with my eyes open before I could make sense of what was happening and I realized it was only a dream.
Recently, my dreams have been lighter although equally vivid and epic. They are long and complicated, often involving people in my life. I also feel my dreams. For instance, if I am crying and screaming in my dream it feels as if I just got a ton off my mind upon waking.
Last night however, was the first time I’ve had a dream where I was completely full of bliss in the face of very strange situations. It’s so unreal that I have to write about it. I was walking through the streets of suburban neighborhoods at night with bright green lawns lining the streets. On every single lawn there was a pack of white wolves. They were majestic and extra large, and they just all watched me and turned their heads as I passed. That was their only movement, the head turning. This went on for so long. And when I woke up I felt safe and really happy. BUT I cannot stop thinking about these wolves today.
I keep asking myself what does this mean? What could it possibly represent? My hope is that I am cured and this was a sign of some sort. That’s what I really want it to symbolize. I can feel something but I’m not sure what….