Dreamt of a wolf. Dreamt it was stalking me, chasing me. I was in a forest at night, heard dogs howling, then heard one wolf howl. It was so beautiful and piercing, very frightening. I ran into a house, ran into a laundry room and tried to hold the thin wood door closed with my hand. The wolf gently but firmly pushed the door open, and walked into the room , sniffing around, tracking something. I was perched on the counter top, holding perfectly still, holding my breath, and the wolf went through the room, onto the roof. I then saw it jump from overhead, snarling and I thought it was coming for me, but it was attacking something behind me.

The dream then changed. The theme throughout the dream being macabre, kinky, fetishized situations, with the exception of the wolf insert. I was on a schoolgrounds, being introduced with many other new students. My cousin Mayra was leading the introduction. Amidst a weird dj and reserved people dancing, a tall thin mexican man made his way towards me. He had short hair, stylized to a point and very quiet.

He ended up coming home with me, I felt very pressured and cornered. He made himself comfortable in my bed and in order to delay the inevitable, I started to feed James. The mexican understood why I gave him James to hold while I got some food for the turtle and he started hurting him. He dropped him behind the bed and I heard James angrily hissing. Then I put the turtle back on the bed, telling the man to stop and he started pulling on James' little legs. Finally I had the plate of food and sat James back in his house with the food.

The amount of kink involved in the dream was substantial. To have it begin with a distorted room of sexual deviants. Dressed as clowns, in bondage uniforms, being involved in strange sexual rituals involving tracks and buzzers.