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I dreamt I was herding sheep, but I couldn’t see them only feel them. They were all very soft. An invisible dog would bring me a sheep, put it in my arms, and I’d place it in the pasture. Someone yelled “Wolf!” but I didn’t believe there was a wolf or I didn’t believe I had to be worried. Then I felt the wolf, invisible, press against me and take a sheep from my arms and it felt so so soft and silky. I felt guilty for losing the sheep. I felt terrible, like I had killed it myself. I urged the remaining sheep and the dog into the safety of a nearby house by opening the door and yelling for them to run, to get into the house. But I couldn’t see the sheep or the dog or the wolf to know what was happening and I felt afraid that more sheep would die or the dog would die or I would die. That was the end of the dream.
- little like a fable
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Posted on July 31st, a grand Thursday, Common Era 2008 at 8:23 pm.
Category: thinking
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