03/17/23
An excerpt from a book I may never finish..
Stumbling over fallen branches I make my way deeper into the forest. The growth is thick and thorns tear through my sleeves, in this moment I am grateful for my black jeans and cowboy boots. It’s the middle of the night, not sure if it’s July 12 or 13th yet but I know it has to be getting close. It’s so dark I can’t find the moons glow anywhere. Something to my right catches my attention so I change direction, a faint glow in the distance. I push through the dense trees and am suddenly in an open patch of mushrooms. Blinking; my eyes trying to adjust. It takes a minute to sink in. They are glowing. With the moon hidden I know it is not an iridescent reflection. The mushrooms are the glowing light source. A diluted pale purple that seems to have a flittering rhythm. Their pulse maybe? As I carefully walk forward to the center of the opening a low growl emerges from the tree line in front of me. Fear courses through my veins as the blackness takes shape. A wolf bigger than I thought was possible lurks slowly towards me. Each step with intention, our eyes locked. Somehow the fear had vanished and I was left with only wonder. The grace and beauty of this wolf left me in awe. The depth in its crystal blue-gray eyes have me drowning. Instinct of another way took over me as I sat down. My eyes closed as I reached my hand out towards the approaching wolf. An eternity seemed to pass when I felt a soft warm rush of air upon my palm, taking in my scent. An eerily calm and deep voice vibrates into my being;
“I have been waiting for you”
Is this another dream? I’ve had so many before but the shadow never formed into anything before. They were always so vague too and this is such sharp detail just like reality. I glance down at my arm and see the scratches from the thorns and remember actually feeling the pain earlier on my way here. This must be real. I wonder if the smell of fresh blood will trigger some sort of predator response.
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I just wanted to say Thank you so much for reading this far!! If you could leave a comment and let me know if you would enjoy reading more of this little story or if you have any constructive criticism for me please share your wisdom, I would truly appreciate you! 🫶 I have the beginning and a few other bits and pieces of this particular story, which has been assembled over years of keeping a dream journal on and off.. I have learned for me to share these bits and pieces of a specific dreamscape that I regularly visit is an extremely vulnerable task. I originally went to post and share this specific scene in March of 23, the title date. Yet I found my finger resisting the publish button for a reason I am still not entirely sure of..
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I’m glad that you shared this piece here. This is fascinating! I know I revisit dreamscapes often but I’m a little afraid to keep a journal 😬 I’ve also found myself writing here and then just…unable to push the button for some reason from time to time 🤷🏼♀️ who knows!