Here is something I thought you might find interesting. Saturday night I had a dream that there were four wolves outside the sliding glass door of our home. Not where we live now, but in the dream it was home. Anyhoo, the wolves were eating something and then all four of them turned and walked up to the sliding glass door and were looking in at us. Then they all turned into Native Americans... They opened the door and walked in and just started talking to us like we were old friends but they were kind of introducing themselves. In the dream I remembered having had dreams about them before. I told their leader I had had multiple dreams about him before and he said he knew.
That is cool enough, but...
The next morning I asked Scrappy if she had dreamt about wolves and, with a strange look, she said yes, that she had dreamt that we were sitting on a cliff taking in the view when we looked behind us and saw wolves looking at us. We finally started hiking back to our vehicle and they followed us all the way as if they were guarding us.
Even cooler, right? Not done yet!
Then I asked Little Scrappy if she had dremt about wolves and she had the most profound look of amazement on her face. Then I asked her if they had turned into people and she almost fell down! She said that she had dremt that there were wolves around her and that they killed something and carried it back to their camp where they turned into Native Americans and prepared and ate their kill. (She told me later that they knew she was there and kept looking at her as if they were waiting for her to join them.)
So... On the same night, all three of us dreamt about guardian wolves and in two of our dreams they were actually Natives!
And no, we had not been watching any movies or reading anything related to this that might have spawned the dreams. It was completely random!
I am speaking of the life of a man who knows that the world is not given by his fathers, but borrowed from his children; who has undertaken to cherish it and do it no damage, not because he is duty-bound, but because he loves the world and loves his children… - Wendell Berry, 1971