Last night Steve and I were re-living the experience of 10 or so years ago by hiking around Boulder or maybe Nederland. This time Karen had decided to join us. She was there in spirit but not physically, I just remembered that I should make sure she was OK when the wolves came charging at us.
Here's how it happened... Steve and I were back in the woods somewhere in Colorado and we were going down a path. We came to a fork in the trail. Based upon what I could remember from the time we had supposedly hiked this same route 10+ years prior, I was sure that left was the direction we should travel. And that road made all the difference.
By this point in the trip Steve was leading the hike. Again, Karen was somewhere near but not in sight. We weren't on this new path but 15 minutes when I noticed something peculiar in the trail up ahead. I told Steve to stop and be still. I then took a few steps ahead to investigate. I saw four wolf pups (or are they cubs, or wolflings?) about 20 yards ahead of us on the trial. Some point of instinct told me that their Wolfmother was probably not that far behind.
I stated something completely obvious to this affect, "Steve. I think we should back up and try to avoid these wolves. Their mom is probably close by." We took about three giant steps backward before they all started running after us. I turned to look back and realized that the little wolves were blocked by a fence and that we were actually in some type of wild animal preserve deep in the forest.
Reassured of our apparent safety, we stopped to catch our collective breath. While doing this we noticed signs advertising the preserve as well as a few old pick up trucks placed on cinderblocks in monument to their years of dedicated service.
We had just started to laugh and thank Jehovah for our great fortune when a large male adult wolf came bounding over the barbed wire fence that held back the cubs from attacking us. Three other adults followed their alpha male buddy over the fence. These weren't ordinary wolf jumps. The wolves leapt over the fence like the characters from "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." They had the ability to fly. I chalked it up to experiments the preserve warden was running on his "protected" animals.
Steve and I yelled in unison, "RUN!" and we split up in the preserve picnic area. I thought of Karen and wondered if she was safe. I looked back to see how Steve was doing and saw him standing on top of a picnic table, bracing himself for the impact of the three wolves that were simultaneously jumping toward his face.
I turned to run toward him to get eaten as well and my right foot had barely hit the ground with the first stride of my sprint to save Steve when Janell woke me up because it was 5:35 AM and she thought I was late for work. I was startled and irrationally upset at her because I couldn't attempt to save Steve from the wolves.
What does this mean? The best submitted interpretation, via comments, will win some sort of prize. I do eventually follow through on these promises of prizes so you know it's legit.
Well - I'll tell you what I know.
1. The path - a path in a dream especally one with a fork typically represents your life. The fork represents a large decision, a monumental one if you will. Paths or trails can sometimes represent boundaries, like you have to stay on a trail, you can't get off the beaten path - but more commonly the trail/path represents life and the fork the decision or change in your life.
2. Wolves - Wolves in a dream can be a positive thing if they're friendly or standing in the distance but the way they sound in your dream I think they represent hostility or agression. Sometimes in a dream, a wolf represents a female (which might explain the cubs and maybe a mother protecting her cubs).
3. Woods- woods typically represent your unconsious - when you're lost in the woods in a dream intrepreters say that you lack direction in life.
4. Your friend, Steve - people are usually in dreams for a reason - what does Steve represent to you in life? Stability, Friendship, your Youth? Whatever it is is probably his meaning in the dream. Maybe if Steve represents your youth and the wolves are attacking him, you're trying to be more mature in life, so the wolves, or agression - are attacking your youth.
So - my mini analysis - you're ready to make a big decision in your life and subconsiously you feel like you might be making the wrong one. Based on the fork in the path and the bad stuff on the side of the path you went down - you're afraid of making the wrong decision. The friend and the false feeling of safety (when you saw the cubs were behind a fence) I don't know enough about. I bet that you can put it together though. :)
Of course I could be way off base. Sorry for the LONG post. -KMS
Posted by: Kelly | June 20, 2006 at 12:46 PM
wow. I think kelly has been reading my diary.
Posted by: ryan | June 20, 2006 at 11:18 PM
Do I win the prize? Can the prize be a bag of your hair? ;) ha ha
Posted by: Kelly | June 21, 2006 at 11:43 AM