Grrrrr…. Instantly…. Fangs drooling, lip curling, feel the tension growing in the facial expression, fur standing on end, feeling backed into a corner separated from the pack with no where to go nothing to say in response…. Only way to get Past it is to face it and walk away… But the fury has a hold, And I’d rather bite the hand of the mesenger right off who trys to explain “they mean no harm and it’s best to walk away” and plow over them an lunge straight at the heart of it all… giving it one more shot even tho it will sure be the end of me..

It’s weird I never feel like I have to write about the happy times or happy days…

I don’t feel like I have to let it go, or get it off my chest… I can just keep it inside… Keeping me warm and smiley inside until it fades away

Such vivid and intense imagery, it’s times like these that I’m am glad they fade quickly from memory after waking. I can’t help but think dreams like these can’t be helpfull for being well rested.

Although it would have made a good middle part of a movie…