89. A dead wolf
10:39 a.m. & Monday, Jul. 17, 2006


I had a dream last night.

I don�t remember how it started, but there was a wolf.
For some reason, I wanted to kill it.. so I stabbed him with a stick. It keeled over in pain, and remained motionless on its side.
I went to stab it again, and again, but the stick wouldn�t penetrate through the skin.
I flipped the stick around, and tried once more. This time it went straight through his stomach, and all its contents fell out.
The wolf murmured in pain for a moment, then I closed its eyes and he died.

I woke up after straight after that moment and started crying.
Writing about it now, I�m weeping again..

..it was horrible.


I want to remember What takes a lifetime to forget