Wolf Dream

I never seem to remember the happy dreams strange as that is.

Sourced from Dreammoods.com:

To see a wolf in your dream symbolizes survival, beauty, solitude, mystery, self-confidence and pride. You are able to keep your composure in a variety of social circumstances and blend into any situation with ease and grace. You are also a loner by choice. Negatively, the wolf represents hostility, aggression, or sneakiness. It may reflect an uncontrollable situation or an all-consuming force in your life. This could point to an obsession, an addiction or something that is beyond your control.

To see a white wolf in your dream signifies valor and victory. You have the ability to see the light even in your darkest hours. 

To dream that you kill a wolf indicates betrayal. Certain secrets will be revealed to you.

To hear a wolf howling in your dream represents a cry for help from somebody in your waking life. 

I suppose dreaming about red-eyed black wolves would be seen in a negative light. So here is how it went. 

Gert and I were going on holiday. The car was packed and we were doing the last checks on the house. We walked to the car and got in, with the sky still dark before the dawn. As Gert switched on the car lights a black shape moved from the shadows into the path behind the car. The movement caught my attention and I turned my head to look behind us. A huge black wolf stood behind the car, its eyes glowing red, a snarl curling its lips back from its teeth. 

"We can go around the other car." Gert said. 

Amazingly our car managed to fit into the small space between the car next to us and the wall in front of it so that we could exit out the third garage door. We drove off and I thought nothing more of the incident. 

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We arrived at our destination in a light snow storm. The log cabin, with trees surrounding it, was shrouded in darkness with only a solitary porch light to guide our steps. Gert left the car lights on so that we could see our way to the door with bags in tow. The door opened and the sounds of laughter and conversation seeped out into the cold night air.  

I lugged my back into the warm entrance hall give Gert space to fit in so that our host could close the door. We smiled, hugged and greeted a man with dark hair, about a head shorter than Gert. He was one of Gert's friends so I left them to talk and went up the staircase to the room he had said was ours - the one at the end of the hall. 

The rest of the dream was a montage of us having dinner, drinking, playing board games and laughing with the three other couples in the cabin.  

"I am getting tired. I think I will go to bed. Good night everyone." I said as I stood and kissed Gert on the forehead. 

I walked out of the lounge into the hallway next to the staircase. The front door was open and the storm had picked up, blowing swirls of snow into the entrance hall. I walked towards it to close the door. A low growl floated in on the wind as my hand grasped the door. I scanned the treeline. The wind played with my hair and snowflakes settled on my clothing and face. A shiver ran through me as I looked harder into the shadows of the trees to the right of the house. Red glowing eyes blinked at me. I gasped and slammed the door shut. 

"You ok?" Gert asked as he came through from the lounge. 

"I don't know. I think I saw something in the woods." I said stepping away from the door and into his arms. 

"Don't worry. There is nothing out there." He said hugging me. 

I nodded against his chest. "You coming to bed?" I said, pulling away from him. 

"In a little while."

I kisses him quickly before going up the stairs. They creaked with each step I took, grating my already fragile nerves. 

Our bedroom door was open at the end of the hall. Seemingly far away, it took forever for me to get to the doorway. I put my hand on the door jab as I peered into the darkness. Movement in front of me caught my eyes and the shape turned, revealing red eyes. I moved slowly backwards, not moving my own eyes from those red eyes and for each step I took it kept pace with me until it was almost out in the corridor. The light from the wall fixtures just touched its muzzle and softly highlighted the black fur around its face. 

I turned then and ran for all I was worth. My heartbeat drummed in my ears and as I slipped on the wooden floor at the bottom of the stairs I saw its foot touch the floor. 

"Gert!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, as I got to my feet again and ran full tilt towards the lounge. He caught me around the middle and spun me behind him. The wolf came to a stop a few short feet away from us. A growl rumbled from it, increasing in volume as it bared its teeth. Its fur bristled, shimmering with the vibrations of its growl. I looked up at Gert as he looked down at me. 

"Run!" 

As we ran towards the kitchen I woke up.