Waking up short of breath, I dreamed I was Hildegard von Bingen, who outsmarted a female demon robed in the bone-white garments of death. Stealthily exiting from behind my small fortress wall, I could see her, but she could not see me; I had frustrated her well. Waiting for me was a darkened, stone nunnery cell, but when I entered it became light and beautiful and full of good things. I entered and I lived a milenia there, and I did not die, because the little cell became a pathway unto The World, and The World was with me while I overcame my heart’s loneliness. A thousand years later I emerged from the cell into a world that was waiting for me in whispers. So many stones had fallen around me, a sea of small rocks. Bear tracks, huge and clearly present: I saw them, and followed them to where awaited an violent, small wolf, rabid with anger and pain. He lunged at me. I deflected him; he lunged again, I caught him, held his small self as his little body surrendered in howling tears, now loosening and reaching for comfort, the curse dispelled, a loving puppy once more.
I’ve been keeping a dream journal for almost a year now. Usually my dreams consist of totally boring things, like flying and doing exorcisms and turning into animals. There’s also aerodynamic weightless martial arts and bopping around the cosmos and the usual nightly grind like that, but every now and then I get a really exciting dream that’s about getting my homework done or doing errands. I mean, sometimes when I’m flying and fighting dragons and all that, I feel kinda left out of the fun…
Walking a sunlit path in the mountains, I meet a little white-gold puppy who comes bounding up to me happily. As I walked by him he sat adorably on one hip, as puppies do, whimpering lovably for me to stay and play.
After cuddling him I continued walking, soon emerging from the trees’ thickest part to where a fence was the only boundary between me and the ocean. What is an ocean doing all the way up here in the mountains? A sign read, “WARNING: THE DEEP.”
I turned and there was the little puppy running to me. At this age he couldn’t have been bigger than a large house cat. He seemed of wolfish ancestry, with a pretty husky face and pointy ears, his eyes a brilliant clear blue. His fur was not white, not gold, but like silken, liquid sun on a clear winter’s morning, and feeling to my touch as thick as a sea otter’s fur.
In his mouth he was carrying a disc-shaped toy with luminescent patterns of stars glimmering brighter and dimmer. His toy is a map of the cosmos.
I knew that because of his smallness he wished for me to to carry him upon this frisbee like a boat. I lifted him to it and he adjusted the compass of the heavenly map with his paw.
We were back at my cabin now. A human friend was there, and as I introduced my canine friend I marvelous telescopes and similar instruments in my lodgings, pointed to the skies.
Suddenly, my pup transformed into a human –and how lovely he was! He appeared a boy not much older than his young teens; his face with slender eyes and high cheekbones, and the color of his eyes still blue and they were while a pup’s eyes, his hair the same liquid gold of his prior fur.
“The Inuits sent me to you,” he informed me with a bow. “I come bearing good news and great joy.”
Surrounding us now was an orchard of pink and white blossom trees in full bloom. A little girl appeared to me then. She was about six or seven years old, but very muscular and big for her age. In her hand she held a longbow, glowing with strange light. On her chest were intricate, sacred tattoos of humans and other creatures. There were blue, angelic markings of complicated circles, and the same glowing constellations as on the wolf-boy’s disc.
“She must not go outside without them, these marks of protection,” the wolf-boy told me.
“They are looking for her, and they will send a great tidal wave if they find her. They say not ‘if’ but ‘when’. Do not believe them. If these markings are with her they will not be able to see her. Yet it is also the only way they would know it is her. But they will not find her this way. Yet, if they do, the wave will devour all the blossom trees, all the mountainside, the high cloud-capped peaks, the villages and I and you. Guard her, for she guards you first.”
The girl smiled at me warmly and confidently, readying her bow. In my hand I saw I now had a bow, and I drew mine too. We looked toward the darkening sea.