Dreams are beautiful, ever wish you could persist your dreams a bit longer? I wish irksome self hadn't tried wandering them this far then I could’ve still had the inclination to feel that same burning feeling again instead it was washed away by the nonentic, spectral like wolf beings not very transparent, black as night, their own appearance materialized like veracious wolves. They seem innocuous and not very massive like normal wolves, more like normal medium sized dogs. Their pupils are deep dark blue, the iris is the same, except the other is brighter than the pupil. Deep as azure and sapphire. When two of them spat around me, I sudden had a spike on my hand when I look there's that black one with it’s neglected purple eyes, it was staring certainly as if it’s ensure and self conscious of it’s goal, I thought they’re go consult in packs to rive my limbs instead they bite in a quiet pacific way. They didn’t show aggression nor the intentions of barks or growls to show aggression. Suddenly a bright breeze of lavender mist blows right in my face, one of them has a breath that smells like poppy flowers, the warmth of the mist makes me feel endeavored and somnolent. Then falls the human goes. When I wake up I was still in my dream, my feelings of my negativity suddenly washes alway, feeling remorse and refreshed as if all my mental heath had dissolved away instantly after they had appeared. I can still feel anger at least I feel great again.
However, suddenly another pack of wolves emerge from the mist. This time there are skin in bones, they appear very thin and skinny, they scurry and leap on top of my corach. As they got on top of me. They stare at me with there orange harrowing eyes, they concentrate me there eyes stay tightly to me as if they’re distinguishing, as they lie there noses on me, and snuffle instead of biting they do small scratches on my clothes, as they rip there way to give me a ugly scar on the back, legs, and chest. Then they stare at me in dismay, I felt highly strung when they stared at me, I already felt intolerable and wounded by their scars though they didn’t put it deeply. It freaking hurts like being slashed by a cat several times. One of them barked and lay there pawing at me as an aura appeared around me, then I realized that very moment that they were extracting my negative emotions and amending them into positive energy.
The moment they absorbed it, my eyes closed again and went black. They make me fall asleep again and after that. I’ve lost anger, the anger just wipes away with the black seas. Now they won’t come back home anymore. Without anger just seems to be a worst nightmare. A once important key for emotion now sweeps alway, be careful in your dreams, the Wolves of the Delusion can take away your anger. Some permanently, some temporary they can be both helpful and harmful at the same time.
