Dream interpretation

This is a dream journal. The intention behind it is to also give interpretations on the recorded dreams. In my experience, much of the dream content is prophetic and can be linked to events following the night of dreaming.
Throughout the year 2013 I will keep to the discipline of recording my dreams every morning and interpreting them every evening. That way, people may start to get a feel of how dream symbolism works.

Saturday, 1 March 2014

Manwolves

1. Woman and Two Wolves

Outside, organized event. Day, light. Group. At the end, maybe after a walk, there is the guide, me, many other people, and a girl who is maybe Inva, who is constantly followed by two wolves, but they look like men. The place is a bit cramped, as if there is not enough space. The wolves stand on two legs, have a yellow brownish complexion, don't talk, and are tall. They are even clothed, though not completely. They grow a lot of hair under their armpits. I find them fascinating. 
Earlier there must have been a long way. Also my brother, driving a car, took a small road parallel to the main road, with which I agreed though it was surely the longer and more difficult way.
The wolves. There is one that takes my interest more, and I look at him. Both are male. They listen to the woman well. She walks, they follow, shade of a tree. I in the neighbourhood then. The one wolf notices him, comes closer, I let him. Then eventually he sniffs and his nose, reddish, almost touches mine. I think that is a good sign, so I let him, he does it a second time. That is about where the dream ends.

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Yesterday's dream.
1. in the shop, List is back.
2. Long wooden table somewhere, we gather, I sit at the right end, opposite me is Bale, her partner next to her. At some point a girl of woman enters and joins. Bale is happy to see her and says her name, Bene, and because there is no place, she goes sit on my lap. I was upset by the way how I was ignored, certainly by Bale, and surprised that she knew the woman, I recognized her a bit, but don't really know her.
When she is on my lap, it feels very very sensual. In the end I cannot hold back and kiss her bare shoulder on the left, she startles because she had not expected it, certainly not from a stranger, which I am to her. But then she composes again, and at some point she guides my right hand in front of her and between her legs and I find her pussy, and put my finger in it, and it is nice to feel, only that the inside is full of tiny hooks, and it would scrape, I think.

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