I posted this yesterday on Facebook and much to my surprise it didn't illicit any comments, especially since people take the time to announce they are having their 2nd cup of coffee and such.
I usually don’t remember my dreams but this one was so vivid and intense that I awoke from it and had to analyze it. I was walking in the woods with a friend from my youth when we came upon an abandoned building. I suggested that we go inside to check it out, but Jeff said he had a bad feeling about the place. I too had a sensation that it was dangerous, however I suppressed the feelings of fear and entered. The building was generally empty except for minor debris strewn about. As I investigated the building I came upon a room that had induced a higher sense of dread in me. I entered the room and within it was a large closet door from which these feelings were emanating. I suppressed my urge to flee, and walked up to the door, and cautiously opened it. There was nothing inside, but almost immediately I heard clawing and growling and it seemed that there was some kind of demon that was about to exit this portal. I closed the door and backed away out of the room, and joined Jeff in the woods. As we walked home it began to snow heavily. When we arrived home we separated, but I was intrigued by the evil building. I proceeded to remove my clothes, and started to run back through the woods in the snow, it was getting dark now. As I ran through the woods, wolves began to track me, keeping pace with me, but keeping a decreasing distance from me as they became emboldened by their ever increasing numbers. At the point where I had a dozen or so large wolves encircling me I stopped and let out a roar to show them I was not to be trifled with. I continued on, the snow stinging my flesh, my body hairs standing on end from the cold and fear. I remember the sensation of exhilaration, my mind was on fire from the flood of endorphins, I felt alive. At last I reached the building; the wolves were standing in my path, growling and taking a threatening stance. I walked past them, ignoring their threats, I was past the point of being affected by fear now, I had to know what they were protecting. I entered the building, feeling calm but with a heightened sense of awareness. I entered the evil room; walked to the closet and opened the door. Once again there was nothing there, and when the banging an clawing noises started again, I succumbed to my fear and closed the door. However this time the beast within was coming for me. When it proceeded to open the door I kicked it closed. I was then overcome with a feeling of rage, I was ready to fight this beast, and conquer my fear of it. I swung the door open and inside there was the wolf mother, huddled in front of her offspring. Submissive and vulnerable, ready to sacrifice herself for her offspring. I sat down there next to her and marveled, as I was now overcome with a sense of calmness and peace. After a while I proceeded to leave the building and walk home through the woods. I have come to know that inside of every man there is a primal beast that longs to be let free. While it is imperative to keeping a civil society that this primal man be suppressed, we feel most alive when he is allowed to run free. I think this is why I ride motorcycles. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Nighthawk Motorcycle Lovers!" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/nighthawk_lovers?hl=en.
