I was on the high plains of Colorado, a part of the world that belongs to my childhood. I was looking off in the distance at a beautiful limestone shelf, and noticed a cone formation too. I don’t know if there are any cones in that part of the world, but if there are there would be very few. Plenty of limestone shelfs though. I was thinking the cone looked like the one in New Mexico north of white sands. The cone was beautiful and while I watched I noticed a spiral from above it in the sky and then the cone became part of the spiral – then the ground too.
A german shepherd dog started to bark at me. He was in the yard of a farm house I was standing near. This dog nipped at my hand as if it wanted me to go away, but wasn’t going to be mean. Then from the direction of the spiral a wolf jumped over the fence of the yard and nipped at my hand harder than the german shepherd. The wolf began to chase the german shepherd and I was afraid he would hurt the dog. The german shepherd was injured like he was recovering from surgery with bandages, and could not defend himself from the wolf.
The wolf was white in front and had darker fur in back. The white front of the wolf looked more like clouds than fur. I think neither the wolf nor the dog wanted to hurt me, but I didn’t want the wolf to hurt the dog.
I began to protect the german shepherd and realized that I couldn’t stop the wolf with my hands. I saw some scissors on the ground and grabbed them to try and stab the wolf. I kept myself between the wolf and the dog.
The wolf suddenly was gone and there was a white suv looking hearse where the wolf was. I realized I couldn’t stab the hearse and the dream came to an end.