Emotional Storm

I woke up early yesterday, puttered around long enough for a pill to kick in, then laid back down to catch some more Z’s. Right before waking up again, I slipped into a dream.

There was a storm coming in the dream… the kind of storm where clouds gather dark and the wind kicks up a scent of rain long before the first drop falls. I was outside gathering things… art supplies and finished pieces, feeling a sense of urgency sparked by distant thunder. Then I was standing on a front porch, it felt like home, but my awake home does not have a porch.

Anyways, I was standing on this porch in my dream, studying cloud patterns in the sky above the tree line in the field across the street and here comes this wolf walking straight towards me.  It is huge… and absolutely beautiful. I am scared but mesmerized at the same time, so I’m frozen in place, just standing there, watching it watch me as it walks right up to me. I’m not scared anymore, okay just a little apprehensive, but the approach was casual with no snarling or anything.

Then the wolf embraced me by placed a paw on my right shoulder and its head on my left, nuzzling head to my head as if trying to hug me and that’s when I woke up. I recall the fur being oh so soft and plush and surprisingly sweet smelling, as if freshly bathed in scented waters.

Since it was one of those dreams that make me wonder (never dreamed of such a wolf before), I posted a brief thing about it on Facebook… curious as to what friends may think it means.

 

Emotional storm clouds broke a couple hours later, while I was sitting on a bench in the courtyard staring in disbelief at the message on my phone, so very much awake and hoping like hell that I was back in bed and this was all just a bad dream. My aunt Lynelle was too alive to die… too vibrant, too happy, too young, too free… She was only three years older than me, had just turned 59… how could this be?

Answers to the rush of questions would come later… the rain of tears came first.

Maybe someday I will write a tribute to this amazing, beautiful woman who lived life to the fullest, loved to the max, and painted bayou scenes with such living colors that it could make you want to go play in a swamp… but, today, I just want to savor her memory and keep some thoughts to myself.

Thanks for reading.

 

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3 thoughts on “Emotional Storm

  1. So sorry for your loss.
    I meant to comment on your post about the dream yesterday then lost the thread. Wolves in dreams can have a slew of meanings but the Oriental tradition considers the wolf dream to be a prophetic dream foretelling unpleasant events. That the wolf was gentle and trying to ‘hug’ or comfort you is incredibly rare so make of that what you will.
    Again, heartfelt condolences to you, my friend.

    • Thank you. And thanks for sharing that traditional meaning as that helps it make sense. I wondered if the wolf was my aunt as she passed ye the same time as the dream, but that opens the question ‘why me’ when she has children and a grandson she adores (only viable answer being maybe because I was asleep) so, the traditional meaning seems more logical. So, again, thank you.

      • If it was your aunt, then it could be that you got the message because you could be more open to such things…Hard to say. I believe we are all connected energy so it’s more likely you picked up on what was going on and had the dream because of it.

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