Dream log: April 8, 2015

Last night I dreamed of a white wolf, big and female. She was standing in trees, looking at me. Waiting. Expectant. Not expecting.

I woke up but not quite enough to write the dream down. I tried to impress it in my memory. I went back to sleep.

I dreamed of her again. Still standing, looking at me, waiting.

I woke up.

A rocket on a launching pad, not moving skyward,

                                                                      is still a rocket, 

a Wolf, crouching,  calm, but  focused,            

                                                                      is still a predator,  

A Dream, unexplained

                                                                      is still an idea-

                                                                      they are all

Energy on hold,

as each of these are filled with

                                                                      Feral possibility

making the name of this story

                                                                      Pent Up

Draw your own conclusions  

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