I am standing alone on a bleak, empty plain. The sky above me is ominous, full of gray,
boiling clouds. I turn in a circle, looking and listening for anyone, anything on the
flat, grassy expanse. In the distance, I spy an old, two-story farmhouse, neglected
and seemingly empty. As I squint at it, I become aware of howling in the distance.
I turn around to see a ravenous pack of wolves streaming towards me. I am instantly
terrified and sprint towards the safety of the house. As I run, I can feel the wolves
getting closer, hear the thudding of their paws against the ground and their
snarls as they gain on me. The closer I get to the house, the slower my legs are
moving, as if I am trying to run underwater, and the farmhouse seems miles away.
The wolves are now so close that I can hear their panting and their hungry whines.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I hit the porch at last, only to find the front door
locked. Desperate, I flee around to the side and find the entrance to a root cellar.
I yank the door open and fall down the short flight of steps to the cellar floor,
scrambling back up just in time to slam the door shut as the wolves reach it. Their claws
are tearing frantically against the wood, trying to rip the door open and get to me.
My knees give way and I fall to the floor,exhausted. Still hearing the frustrated
growls of the wolves, I scoot to the far side of the cellar and slump against the
wall, wondering if the door will hold. As I catch my breath, I notice that there is
no door leading up to the inside of the house, no sounds of occupants above.
I am trapped in the cellar with the wolves still gathered outside. Then, I wake up.
I had this dream repeatedly throughout my childhood. Has anyone else ever had
a recurring nightmare? Feel up to sharing?