Dreams Are One Hell of a Drug

Last night I was on a journey to save someone. I traveled a far distance in the winter’s snow amidst an infantry of wolves. I knew they were there to protect me and I felt safe. Through darkness and bright light we trekked for days upon days, trouncing obstacles intended to keep from my destination. At times, members of the pack would travel off to the horizon to ensure we were not being followed. Impending hunters never survived coming too near. I was gracious to these wolves and shared my supply of water. In turn they kept me warm and fed. Although I came close to reaching my purpose last night, I woke before you had a chance to know I was there. But I was.