1 Mar 2025
Dream
I had dreamt of venturing through some sort of petting-farm. Once through the trees Inhad entered a field—that of cotton and white wolves. I was so amused that at first I thought Inwas alone, but I very quickly came to realize that others were indeed present in the vast field of canines and fibre.
People squealed and used phones and cameras to capture memories. The cotton field was so big that no one was in any other person's way, and all the wolves could jump and orange among us freely for their(and our) entertainment. I treaded through the stalks of cotton carefully, mostly admiring the seen and quietly gushing about the play at hand. I didn't want to step on any stray paws, so I watched my step and viewed the field carefully.
I heard a woman across the field in her startled and loud voice, seemingly reading something like a news update on her phone—namely about the owners of this farm, "They need to monitor their wolves better! What do you mean they got out and into the free-range sheep pen and killed one just like that? So cruel, and irresponsible!" She barked to her friends and showed an obvious want to leave, the new status update now souring her mood for this place. I turned my head and continued foreword, wondering if any white wolves would show up stained red, but there weren't any that I could see.
In the sea of white, I at first did not even know where to find the wolves,
"Where are they coming from?" I mumbled to myself.
But when I stood in my tracks and stared at a cotton bush, I recognized the snout and piercing eyes among it! I immediately cooed and gently trailed my finger along the canine's snout to its wet black nose. Its tail whipped happily as I gently regarded it, but I did not want to over exert it. The wolves must wait amongst the cotton until acknowledged by guests, I thought.
Once my question was answered about where the wolves came from, Inwas satisfied in watching everyone play and the wolves around me whine for pets and tussle with their kin as I continued walking.