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Level of Lucidity (1-10): 9 | Dream Signs: classroom, teacher, classmates, wolf, | Mood: Relaxed

Dream started with myself sitting in a classroom.  Many people from my graduating class were there, but there were also some that had left the school years earlier and a few that were much younger and in different grades (though I didn’t notice them until a bit later).  It struck me as odd that a few of these people were in this classroom with me since I knew they didn’t go to the school anymore.  I didn’t think too much on it though, because I was busy trying to figure out what I would say when it was my time to share what I did over the weekend.

I felt a strong animosity towards the group for some unknown reason.  I was trying to keep myself from being chosen to speak until I knew what I wanted to say.  I really wanted to scare everyone by talking about how I spent all weekend stopping myself from tearing people’s throats open and bathing in their blood.  I also toyed with the idea of just saying nothing, but I really wanted to worry people. 

When it finally came time for me to speak, everyone was busy talking amongst themselves.  So I simply said “I would love to tell about my weekend, but it appears no one cares, so I won’t waste their time” and that was that.  I think a few other things were said, but I don’t remember them.

Around this time I remember turning in my ‘desk’ and seeing this younger kid from school that I had really disliked.  He said something to me and I replied with something about how if he didn’t shut up I would rip his throat out and bathe in his blood.  His lack of any kind of real reaction combined with he fact that he shouldn’t have even been in the classroom if it was really one of my classes clued me in on the fact that I was dreaming.

I said something aloud about how it was just a dream, and then I had control.  I asked my wolf to appear and he did.  The kid seemed frightened by the large gray beast, but I told him it was alright since he was my guide.  I pulled Killian (the wolf) close and kissed his forehead, enjoying the feel of my fingers deep in his fur. 

Although he was still a smoky gray all over with just the slightest bit of black to break it up, it was still him.  Suddenly I remembered what I had ‘meditated’ on before going to bed.  I wanted to meet the tiger that often shows up in my dreams and perhaps learn her name.  I asked Killian if it was possible to meet her.

Then I was standing before these, clouds I guess.  I was high up, but not necessarily in the air.  I knew that I had to go down below to find the tiger.  I caught a brief glimpse of her in the clouds before she ‘fell’.  I went down below and found her, but she wasn’t really alive.  I wouldn’t say dead, she just wasn’t really there, if that makes sense.  I got the distinct impression I wasn’t ready to meet her and get her name just yet.  While I was upset over that fact, I can accept it.

Killian showed up again below after I called him and asked him if there were any guides I was ready to meet.  I got a very good look at him this time.  He was an all-over solid smoky gray that had a bit of the typical black guard hairs breaking it up.  His fur always looks very soft and thick.  A bit shaggier than most wolves.  There was the tiniest bit of white on his paws that faded/blended into the gray nicely.  His eyes were dark, though I got the impression of gold rather than blue (as they appeared in a past dream).  His ears seemed rather large, almost coyote-like, but he was very much a wolf. 

I felt like this was what he was really supposed to look like and in past dreams when he had showed himself, he was testing out his colors, working to get them just right.  Or perhaps they had something to do with how I was feeling at the time, I’m not too sure. 

Anyway, I asked if there were any guides I was ready to meet and things shifted (I manipulated them) so I was alone in a very lush-green, forest area.  At least I think that’s where I was.  I remember looking around, but not seeing any animals.  I spoke aloud and told any guides they had permissions to turn my surroundings into something that was more comfortable to them. 

Things shifted and suddenly I was in a large grassland with golden stalks of foxtails all around. I was barefoot, though I hadn’t really realized it until now when I felt the stalks of the plants beneath my feet.  There was a strong wind blowing around me, causing the grasses to bend towards the ground.  I asked if the guide was a fox, as it was the first animal to pop into my mind when I saw my surroundings.  I got a very strong impression of a vibrant red fox pouncing among the grass to catch grasshoppers and mice, though my surroundings shifted again before any animals actually appeared. 

I turned to my left and noticed that now the golden grasses had been replaced by sand.  My immediate area was brightly lit as if it was day, but further out everything was black.  The wind was still blowing, causing the top layer of fine sand to move across the land.  I remember feeling the warm sand between my toes. 

To my left was a large building that opened up much like a garage or something.  There was a man there and I recognized him as the actor Michael Weatherly.  I walked towards him on the soft sand.  I asked what he was doing here as I followed him inside, the smooth floor cool beneath my bare feet. 

He said something like “because I love you” which made me laugh and respond with “yeah, cause that happens in real life.”

We walked down a black hallway that was well lit, but still dark if that makes sense.  There were aquariums lining the left hand wall.  We would pass open doors every so often and I remember seeing an empty aquarium sitting on the center of a table in one.  I made a note of it for some reason. 

As we neared our destination, I saw these bags sitting in the hallway, and there were puppies around them.  We entered a room on the right and there was another man there.  I found myself enthralled by the fish tanks that sat on the floor.  They were filled with many things, and I remember clearly the bright yellow angelfish that occupied one of them.  I sat on the floor beside them and watched the fish closely.

For some reason I began to get the impression that the other man in the room was a bad man.  Suddenly I knew they were planning on killing the puppies I had seen in the hallway.  I told them they couldn’t, but they paid no attention to me.  While the two were discussing things, I went into the hallway and tried to come up with a way to stop them.  I thought about emptying the bags of their money or whatever it was in them and putting the puppies in, then running, but I knew I would never be able to pull it off in time. 

I felt helpless because I knew I couldn’t do anything.  The bad guy came out and made to take the puppies and the bags.  I was going to, I don’t know, jump on him and stop him maybe, but I was stopped.  This hand came up from the ground and grabbed a hold of my wrist.  It was a feminine hand, and while I should have been afraid of this hand rising from the floor and grabbing me, I wasn’t.  I pulled my wrist from it’s grasp and made to go after the guy again, but it reached for me. 

I yelled at it and asked why it didn’t want me to go.  I got the distinct impression it was protecting me, so I asked if it was trying to help me and it ‘nodded’ yes.  The thought that I would get hurt if I followed the man entered my mind, and it was like it came from the hand. 

So, I let the man leave but I asked Killian to follow him.  The wolf appeared and slipped through the door after him.  He literally went through the closed door.

Then I remember picking up a large stick and trying to hit Michael Weatherly with it.  He kept trying to hit me back, but I dodged his attempts.  I eventually knocked him out and that’s really all I remember.

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