A Conflict of Dreams

I had a strange dream, set in a sort of camp; I remember running back to a picnic bench with people around it.

I think I noticed a pack of wolves, giant ones, hanging at a distance, playing with each other, and one came over to me. I was sitting on the bench and it jumped up next to me and rested its head on my lap as a domestic dog would do. Then I saw a giant red fox, maybe six feet long, and the wolf ran after it and they started fighting. I asked one of the people if the wolf would be okay, and they said, "sure, dogs always beat cats."

 

HOWEVER,

that's the story that makes sense in words (that follow dream chronology), but the images I remember from the dream tell a different, fragmented story.

I remember seeing the six-foot-long red fox at a distance and I went over to it. After picking it up, I ran back to the bench and then noticed the wolves, one of which was watching me. On the bench, I let the huge fox curl in my lap. The wolf came over and sat sort of like a domestic dog, and that's how the scene was for a while. I believe I didn't move at all because I was afraid of any sudden  violence the wolf might do.

Then the fox ran off and the wolf chased it and fought with it. I asked the same person if the fox would be okay and they said they didn't know because it was a wolf fighting a fox.

 

It's like I had two versions of the same dream but can only remember the chronology of one and the images of the other.

Dreams on Repeat

I had a good dream last night, in the depth of sleep. The details of the dream aren't important and are hard to remember; however, the transition to waking was interesting. Ali was up early running around making noise so I woke up slightly, but knew I wanted to reenter the dream. The problem was that I had woken too much, and the best I could do was submerge into a shallow form of sleep similar to meditation; like bobbing in a pool, I would surface and submerge continually. I found that this level of wakefulness couldn't get me back into the dream, it only put me in the last few seconds of the dream, on repeat. It was similar to a record at the end of its set, the needle hitting the paper and popping back a little only to move toward the paper again.

Conventional

It's strange how some things can become conventional. You don't even see it coming, really, or at least it just seems to have changed all the sudden. For instance, I used to do wild things at anime conventions with my Texas friends and now we don't really go, the convention is enormous and had to be relocated, and my friends are finishing school or working jobs. Okay, that example seems like more of a slow creeping change, but it's the same general idea with a different time dilation.

I guess the point is that I hope to hold my views (despite whatever friction that causes with my parents or society) and not wake up someday, realizing I'm just another fuse on some world-scale fuse box. It's scary when people suddenly reveal themselves to be that way.