I had the dream again, the one when I'm all alone in a green, green forest, or maybe I was in the woods. HE was there. The sandy wolf, he was there again. He's always there. But, it was different this time, almost like he KNEW I was there with him. Usually it was like a one way glass mirror thingy, I could see him, but he did not see me, going on with his life as if I never existed. This time was different though. He looked at me, his curious gaze never leaving me, he circled, stepped a little closer and sniffed, backed away again and continued to pace around my being. I read in a book once that wolves are very territorial, but it's just a dream, right? Nothing can happen to my real self if it's a dream. A coward, that's what I am, even though I tell myself that every day when I wake up from my dreams, or more precisely "the dream", I didn't do anything, just stared right back at the freakishly huge dog that circled me like a shark honing in on its kill.
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Hey, slow down October! This isn't a race!
So? Is it wrong to be excited to see brother for the first time? Jeez, lately it's like someone has stomped on the stick that's always up your ass...at least, more than usual.~
Grrr, you better watch it kitten!
HEY! DON'T CALL ME THAT!
The black hawk suddenly stopped from above me.
Hey, what's wrong? Wha-
OCTOBER LOOK O-
OUCH!
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