Last night I had a dream so terrifying that it makes my heart race just replaying it in my head now. I don't usually dream, so when I do, I take note and try to figure out the reasonings. I think I have a pretty good grasp on this one... however... I'd like to hear others thoughts and opinions as well now that I ran across this forum. ^.^ I have a long, long history of being manipulative and cruel to people and breaking boys hearts for nothing but the fun of it. I don't want to hear your complaints about that because it is something I've realized and am getting help for (it's working, don't worry.). But I feel that it plays a huge role in this dream.


*Dream*

I was at my old home that I shared with my Ex-Husband in South Carolina. There were hundreds of faces around me that I recognized but couldn't put a name with them right now. We were all extremely anxious about something and then word got to me about wolves attacking people. A few of us (my ex husband, best friend and mother included) all climbed into the pack of my ExHs pickup truck (which was in a tree.. it seemed logical in the dream).

So we're sitting around waiting and we didn't even hear them coming. A mass of black wolves with glowing green eyes emerges from the forest and they're all set for the kill. A couple of them actually climb the tree and bust in through the windows to get to us (unsure why they didn't just jump on the hood). We all jump out and start running down the road. You can hear people dying in the background as all of these wolves jump on them one by one and eats them. In my mind, it's like a pin is popping the balloon of memory that I have for that particular person. When it is only my mother, my ex and my bff... Everything goes dark.

I wake up in a gym surrounded by people I don't know, but that seem to know me. We're all living in a sheltered type lifestyle, everyone is afraid to go outside. I get word that my ex, mom and friend may still be alive so I get the crazy idea to go and find them.

This is where the dream gets a little blurry and I don't remember as much.

I find them, god knows how. We're all kicking these wolves asses and then there was something about a bomb in a mailbox. It ends happily enough, the black ferocious wolves are dead.

During the entire dream, I remember having feelings for my ex. But I don't think it was love. I think it might have been pity thrown in with a unique, sharing friendship. I left him two years ago and today he is an alcoholic. So I can see where the pity and possibly guilt comes into play there.

I'd like to hear your thoughts first though before I express my own. ^.^

The wolves could be representative of "what's eating you." You mention guilt (for yourself) and pity for your ex. It's interesting that later others are kicking the wolves asses. Do you rely on others for strength?

No, I'm an extremely independent person. I had the same thoughts on the dream, except the black wolves represented my own personality and how I have the tendency to just... destruct. But the others that are helping in the end of the dream are the last people that I've done this to irl. My ex, my mother and my best friend. I guess it could mean that, in a sense, they are helping me come to terms with my army of wolves and destroy them? X3