Wolf – Buffalo dream August 1, 1997
I had more than one dream this night, both amazing and completely different.
In this dream I was with Patrick and Hawk, we were going for a drive in the country somewhere. Along the side of the road there was a clearing and a meadow along the trees. In the meadow there stood a buffalo and out of the trees coming towards it was a very large black bear, followed by a beautiful black wolf.
The next thing I remember we were stopping the car to turn around and go back to see the animals. For some reason we got out of the car and when I opened my door Hawk flew out and ran to investigate the trio of animals in the meadow. We called and called but he was long gone which was very like our Hawk not to listen when he thought he was in charge.
We drove along a road to the spot where we saw the animals in order to look for him. The buffalo was sitting on a rock like a sentinel, unhurt. As we got out to look for Hawk I got a flash like a lightening bolt that my sister had died. I felt like I was being given a choice to go to my sister or stay and continue looking for Hawk.
I had no trouble making the decision to stay and continue looking for Hawk, who was loved by all of us and was an important member of our family. We were so worried about him and I did not want to think about him not coming home with us. We decided to go down another dirt road close to where we had stopped in case he had ventured that way. We pulled over and there running towards us was Hawk.
We got out of the car to meet him, checking him over to see if he was hurt. Although he was quite shaken from his experience, he was fine. I looked up just in time to see the black wolf turn and run back into the trees. I realized the wolf had brought our crazy, wonderful Hawk back to us. I also realized where my loyalties lay: it was not with the people that called themselves my family. They were never my family and did not care about me. I would not risk anything for them.
To me this dream was pretty incredible, the animal spirits so strong in their presentation to me. I am also struck by the fact they were all black in colour which seems an important distinction. I would not know this at the time, but Ellen would come to Creston the following year in an attempt to get back into my life, something truly unexpected. Terry was gone years before.
As I look back this dream now seems to me a warning of what was to come, to be prepared for the intrusion of my adoptive family once again. I am grateful to realize that even then I was very strong in my understanding of loyalty, despite so many missing pieces of the puzzle. I was not confused or intimidated into doing their bidding as I would have been when I was much younger. I had grown…
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