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This is a dream I had last night.

I walk into some underground temple, it’s very dark, I can see giant pillars, and a huge Mayan temple far away. I’m hesitant to go forward though, because as I move into the main chamber, whispers fill my head. Hateful, black thoughts swirl in through my ears, and mingle with my thoughts. I realize that I am in grave danger, and that I need my friends to help me. I have a little bag with little wooden figures that look similar to chess pieces, although each one is unique. These little black wood figures are my friends, they have given me part of their souls, and so I can call on them for help anytime. I’m not sure how exactly I should turn them from wood, into my friends, but I guess when the time is right I’ll know.

I walk deeper into the temple’s outer cloister, still only just able to make out the faint outlines of the architecture around me. The angry, hateful whispers in my head get louder, and louder. A large, scraggly black wolf walks out from behind a massive pillar. It stares at me, and slowly begins to circle me. The whispers turn to raspy shouting, it echoes in my ears. The black dog means to hurt me, to stop me from reaching the temple. I throw my wooden friends to the ground, hoping something will happen, that they will become real, because I am very afraid, and don’t want to face it alone.

I walk quickly, but the dog moves with the speed of a shadow, silently moving from cover to cover. When he realizes that nothing is coming of me throwing my wooden dolls, he lunges. The little wooden effigies explode in light and flame, as the dog moves over them. It wasn’t what I expected to happen, but it really wasn’t what the dog was expecting. It squeals in blindness, and shock, and in that moment, I see my chance. I leap forward sinking my fingers into the greasy and matted black fur surrounding the creature’s neck. I fall to my knees, and choke the dog, the raspy yelling turns into furious screaming. Blood pours out of the dog’s mouth, so much that I become soaked in it. The dog twists, and struggles, but I have it in a death grip. I wait for the voices to stop, and I feel the body go limp. I release the dog’s neck, and carry its body around, to show everyone what I have accomplished, what a man I truly am. I consider wearing the carcass around my neck like an ancient African king would do after dispatching a lion.

I walk forward, to my temple, my goal, that is when I see a litter of little black wolf cubs, still to young to feed themselves. She was just protecting her young. The blackness, the hate, they were always inside me, living in my perceptions. I wasn’t there to gain something from the temple, I was there to destroy it.