May 18, 2009 19:11
Authors Note: I typed this at the indicated time, just after having woken up from the dream. I submit it exactly how it was written at the time, since I did not recall the dream or even typing it when I awoke later in the morning. All I had was a note beside me telling me to look at my laptop for a “Dream Journal” file.
Two wolves fight in a field of stars. One is black and the other white. I want to intervene but realize I’m already fighting. If I interrupt I will lose. If I sit back and watch I will lose… No matter which one of these wolves win… I will lose.
They claw and tear at one another. They bleed from their wounds in symmetrical attacks. And while it is not red, I know that what I’m seeing is blood.
The white one bleeds black, and the black one bleeds white. As they rip each other to shreds their blood covers them causing them to switch colors entirely. The black wolf becomes white from becoming soaked in its own blood, and the white wolf becomes black through the same means.
They fight on, their blood changing, and thus their fur changing. Forever entwined neither able to get an edge over the other.
Deep down I know that’s the way it should be. Two wolves changing places… Fighting forever in a field of stars.
I awake. Its 4:57 am…