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I had this intense dream where I was living in a remote cabin—though it wasn’t my actual house, in the dream, it was home. The whole place was isolated, surrounded by thick wilderness, and had this eerie, almost primal energy to it.

I stepped outside to let my dog out, and the moment I opened the door, I saw it—a massive white wolf. And somehow, I just knew it was dangerous. There was no hesitation, no doubt. My instincts screamed that these wolves were vicious.

Immediately, I called my dog back, stopping him before he could go any farther. He barely made it onto the deck when I saw them—more white wolves, circling the cabin, moving like they were hunting, like they had been watching me.

As my dog turned to come back inside, I caught something in my peripheral vision—a wolf hiding right by the door. It lunged at my dog, snapping its jaws just inches from him, but I managed to pull him inside and slam the door shut.

Just before I closed it, though, I locked eyes with that first wolf. There was something in its stare—not just hunger, but something deeper, something almost sentient, like it was trying to communicate… or intimidate me.

The dream ended with me standing there, catching my breath. The danger had passed, but I was still alone. Just me, my dog, and the quiet, empty cabin.

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