I dreamt that I was back at our family home in the cul-de-sac at the end of Sumac Street. I was in the basement watching a movie with my friend. My dad got home from work and said he wanted to show me something. We walked through the sliding glass door in the basement, out into our one-acre backyard. We walked about fifty paces to a part of the yard near the trees that had been experiencing flooding. There was an irrigation system comprised of gates and a glass graduated cylinder that stuck into the ground and pulled up water. We were talking about it, when we heard a wild commotion in the forest on the other side of the yard. We turned, and through the trees, we could make out two buffalo being chased by a pack of white wolves. At first, it was nothing more than a marvel to behold, as one looks at something far away and not personally concerning. Until a few of the wolves noticed us and broke off from the pack, running into our yard. I immediately climbed up onto a stack of cinder blocks, stacked about six or seven feet high. My dad stayed on the ground, seemingly not worried. The wolves bared their fangs and barked and growled. One of them circled around my dad’s legs. He didn’t move. Most of them focused on me, jumping up on the sides of the stack of cinder blocks, and biting at my legs. I was very scared, and that was the end of the dream.

Recorded in dream journal on: August 20, 2020