Minute details are blurry given the nature of dreams, but the emotions I felt were clear and at the same time confusing.
It began with a big furry cat, an orange Maine Coon; I scoop it into my arms, but it squirms and runs away, and I begin chasing it through a dark park, like Central Park. Its hit by the moonlight like a spotlight, and I see it surrounded by a pack of wolves. I grab it again, and despite its trying its hard to break free it, I hold as tight as I can, running up a hill towards a rather ominous castle, which I assume was my own because I felt comfortable and safe once I reached it, hearing the howls outside. The moment I got inside the cat scurried away and into another room, as I went about locking the door. I should say that despite the apparent situation of violent wolves, I was not particular scared for myself, only for the cat.
A moment later, I go into the room and see a naked woman sitting on the floor; not in a sexual way, but like how they show Eve in movies and shows, with the hair covering her chest. She says she was the cat, and expresses gratitude for having saved her; she though I was one of them (the wolves) at first.
Years pass by in the dream, and we become very close, and I grow to love her. In real life I don't really care for most people beyond my family and friends, and the basic respect I have for most human beings. I can't remember the specificities but in my dream I had memories of times we spent together, or swinging in a grassy park, or curling up by a fire. She doesn't look particularly like anyone I know in real life, and she is very pale with strawberry blond hair. Things are going perfectly.
Eventually I hear a crash in my living room, and I can see the moonlight is shining through the broken windows as it did that night years ago, and there are werewolves, back for the woman. I feel nothing but a powerful urge to protect her, to get rid of them once and for all. So I kill them, I make sure that she knows I've killed them and that they'd never come back- I snap one's neck, and ram the other into a wall, and by the end I am tired and frustrated and only hope she is ok, only to see her in a corner crying, her red-golden hair covering her face.
She says she's never seen that side of me before, that it scares her and she doesn't like it; she cant stay with me anymore. She apparently has some sort of power of illusion, because she creates an illusion of the room bursting into flames, and says that shes trying to use that to express how it makes her feel, but I just cannot understand; I'm sad and confused, and she just shakes her head and walks out the door, leaving me to sit on the floor with a random key in my hand wishing that had not just happened. Apparently I loved her in the dream. It was a feeling unlike any other; when I awoke, there was a tear on my cheek. I didn't feel sad or anything when I woke up, only confused like in the dream, but in that world I apparently loved her very much, and as I got ready for work I couldn't help feeling guilty.
Any ideas?
-Swibbles
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