Sunday, 24 May 2015

The Moon

So I had this Dream last night, and I thought I'd share it.
It started with me and a little girl about 10 years old, having a conversation. This is how it went.
Girl: why does the wolf howl at the moon.
Me: I don't know.
Girl: why not?
Me: Because I can't say for certain.
Girl: so why do you think he howls at the moon.
Me: I believe he's sad and angry, and he howls to let it out. I believe he lost someone close to him, and he looks to the moon at night and remembers her. He howls at the moon his frustrations, and sadness that maybe she is up there and she can hear him. I think he wishes one day to see her again.
Girl: why?
Me: Because he loves her.
Girl: that's sad.
Me: it is.

So yeah, I don't know why, but when I awoke, I was so sad that I cried.