Here is part of a dream I had some time ago which corresponded to the submission of the Eternal Dreamlands forum in Forumwarz. I submitted as much of it as I could, though my dream was longer. The details of the rest of the dream are largely lost to me, as I could not continue writing it down due to time constraints. After writing down what I could of my dream, I wondered how much of it was due to the last song before going to bed being "A Dream of Wolves in the Snow" and how much was due to whichever of the Aliens movies (I don't remember which one it was) I had seen that afternoon.
In my dream, I opened my eyes and gazed up at an unfamiliar night sky, different stars of lavender and vermilion, a system of rings about the largest of three moons. At a faint susurration behind me I tore my gaze from the celestial wonders above to find myself spellbound by the serpentine eyes of a great scaled wolf, its forked tongue licking its thin lips in anticipation of its next meal. A second sound behind me, closer. I flung myself to the side as the two wolves leapt for me. They collided in mid air and sprawled in the snow, providing me opportunity to flee desperately through the seemingly endless rows of gravestones. I spied a pair of large elms next to a mausoleum and angled toward them as the not quite wolves closed on their prey. They were upon me as I leapt to the top of a grave stone and launched myself at the lowest branch, a feat impossible for my wheelchair bound body in the waking world. I scrambled onto the branch, knocking snow into the slavering face of the leaping wolf directly below me. My left foot was cold, and looking for the reason saw that the other wolf had taken my boot as I was escaping into the elm.
While the wolves fought over my boot, I inched my way along the branch toward the trunk. I hoped to get on a different branch and make my way to the top of the mausoleum. I could see a greatsword mounted on the mantle above the entrance, and if I could reach down far enough to get it I might be able to do something about the wolves other than run away. My boot was not enough to hold their attention for very long and soon the wolves were circling the trunk and glaring at me with those creepy serpentine eyes. I saw that if I continued all the way to the trunk, the wolves would be able to reach me as I moved to the other branch. Climbing higher into the ancient elm, I circled around it to the other side, avoiding the more dangerous lower part of the branch I had been on. As I lowered myself onto the branch I wanted to use, a low sibilant hiss drew my attention to what very strongly resembled a squirrel. It was evident that the squirrel shared an evolutionary link with the wolves circling below me, for it too had the eyes of a serpent, a slithery forked tongue and glittery scales instead of fur. No bushy tail for this little beast, and yet, yes, definitely a squirrel. A squirrel with tiny little fangs. I had not thought it odd that the wolves had fangs, they were after all, wolves. Fangs on squirrels was something new to me and I had to consider the possibility that these creatures might also be venomous. I retreated a short distance to a place where I could reach a small dead branch and attempted to break it off or wrest it from its attachment to its parent branch. The squirrel advanced on me, not at all squirrel-like in temperament. With a crack the dead branch snapped off in my hands and I nearly lost my balance. The squirrel leapt at me and I swung the branch. The squirrel thing grabbed the branch and lunged at my fingers. I dropped the branch, and with it the squirrel, to the waiting wolves below. One of them snapped up the squirrel and in a single bite it was gone. Grabbing another branch prevented my own fall to the wolves. My way was now clear to the top of the mausoleum.
I do not use a wheelchair in real life, that was also part of my dream that I found really, really creepy. For the unwritten rest of the dream, I got on top of the mausoleum, crawled to the edge and retrieved the sword, stood up only to have the roof of the mausoleum give way and deposit me on top of a sarcophagus containing a scaly undead thing that I had to fight. At some point I faced a large hairy lizard thing with only one very large eye that had three different pupils in it. That is it for what I remember of the rest of my dream.
