Couple dreams I remember. The first one was pretty boring, so I'll keep it short:
Dreamt I was doing the met competition again, this time in Dallas. Kept seeing unusual people there: Stephanie B., Danielle B. and Carmen J. Which is really weird since none of them sing opera. Everyone said I sang the best, but I didn't get past the 1st round this time (that's SO typical of Texas btw...that's why I did the met in California last year. Texas judges don't know shit about young voices and what they should sound like).
The next dream was in El Paso, but looked more like North Texas than East because there were fields, not desert. Anyway, I was staying in a spanish villa neighbouring a sheep farm. The voices in my head told me to leave the gate open so that it would attract wolves. So I opened the gate when no one was looking, then climbed to the roof of the villa and waited. Gradually, a few sheep began to wander toward the villa. But so did one of the sheep dogs. A big, mean, golden retriever. He got in between the sheep and the villa, and gave me a nasty look. I was like "Neener neener neeener" because I was so high up. But the fucker jumped up and got on the roof!!! Must have been a good 20ft jump! So he knocks me down and bites my hand, holding me down so I can't get away. Everytime I try to move or get my hand free, he growls at me and bites down harder. I try making friends with him, pet him, even yelling "BAD DOG!!" but nothing worked. My hand hurt. Then he began to look a little worried, and I noticed something big black and furry out of the corner of my eye. A big black wolf had gotten up on the roof. He fought the dog off me. Then me and the wolf got off the roof, and I led him into the garage. I found some canned food, so I grabbed a can of salmon and showed it to him. He looked at me as if to say, "Salmon? Hell yeah!" As I was opening it, he was getting all excited and impatient. It was hard though because I had this painful wound on my left hand. I glanced down at the wolf, and wondered if he was male or female. "What should I call you?" But all he could think of was the salmon. I got this feeling that we shared some kind of psychic bond. Then I got a pang when I remembered that wolves mate for life. Anyway, I set the salmon on the floor, but he knocked half of it out of the bowl before I could set it down. Hungry fellow! I cleaned up the mess, and left him alone for a bit and closed the door behind me. Started to wonder if he was the one who told me in my mind to leave the gate open.
Then I went to visit the sheep herder and his crazy dog...dogS actually. But that was boring also. Then I woke up. I wished I could have become lucid, because I missed my wolf pal right away. Next time I have an LD, I will summon the wolf straight away. I owe him a damn steak for saving me, not a stupid can of salmon. 
He kinda looked like this:

Adorable little fella ain't he.
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