The death of a moon cowboy

I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them.


Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Wolf dream, morning of 20080910

I was with two other guys on a wide dirt trail, almost like a 4WD road. One of the guys I work with. I don't remember the other. A bedraggled wolf started following us. He was missing patches of gray fur, looked scrawny and hungry. He was gaunt by ferocious-looking. I took out my gun and pointed it at him as he approached us. As if he knew what a gun was and was threatened by it. But I didn't know what to do. The wolf kept coming. Kurt took out his gun, an old six-shooter pistol, and was trying to load it. "I'll take care of it," he was saying. But the gun jammed; he couldn't get it to work. He banged it against his palm.

The wolf snarled and came closer. It lunged at me and I shot it, shot it right in the heart. Dark blood came oozing out immediately, and the bullet slowed the wolf down so I dodged to the right. The wolf became desperate and continued after me. I avoided it and ran to the edge of a hill that sloped downward. We danced, back and forth, he trailing blood and I breathing heavily, trying to keep my distance. We stumbled at the little cliff's edge, and I stepped down on its slope to get away. I looked down at the desert and sagebrush below.

5 comments:

heather said...

wow, that's the coolest abbeyesque dream. too bad you had to shoot the wolf. it brought back a memory of my dream last night, something vague about boys killing a cat right in front of me. anyway someday you have to make a book of all your crazy dreams.

Amy Beatty said...

I liked how you told it to me last night because I got to really visualize- is that a word and did I spell it right? it all with your jumps and hand movements. I love you sugar. xoxoxo

bandini said...

brief and beauty

Adie B said...

wild! I like the ending.
On my bday too.....!

Momma said...

Something in your life tracking you down, a battle to win maybe? A foe to fight off in your daily world? Don't you wonder why you would dream this? I love to think about what dreams mean. I need to get the book the Dream Encyclopedia for you! Have you ever seen that movie about the guy who lives with the wolves in Alaska? Dad loves it. It will change your perspective on wolves.