Where my family and I were tasked with ensuring that an interdimensional being known simply as ‘The Wolf’ could never escape its prison. It could weave illusions to trick all of the senses, but within its cage, it couldn’t effect those outside. Thus, we saw its true form, a great, furry beast that had lost a leg and an eye. The remaining eye was a glowing yellow that never seemed to stop looking at you. Even when it closed, you could feel its gaze upon you.
We were standing before the cage one day. We had to wait to exactly 9:00 am to ever open the cage, because that was when the Wolf fell asleep for five minutes. For some reason, no one could agree on what food we should give to the Wolf. We argued for about three minutes before we finally put the bowl into the cage. Something made us pause, though. I remember standing outside of the cage, staring at the Wolf’s eye, just waiting, as if I couldn’t move. Then it opened. The cage door was still open. The Wolf’s form fizzled out instantly, fading away as if he had never been there in the first place.
I saw my brother, sister, and mother collapse onto the floor, their eyes rolled back into their heads and their mouths frothing. I grabbed my dad’s hand, screaming about how we needed to run, that we were going to die. He didn’t seem to register the impending disaster that loomed upon the horizon. I managed to get him into our car and make him start driving.
It was like he was dead inside or something. It terrified me, but at least he obeyed me when I told him to drive faster.
Everywhere we drove, dogs flocked into the street, jumping out of windows and over fences, ignoring the glass that stuck in their flesh and eyes. They barked and howled, and I knew that they were telling the Wolf where we were, how to find us. The Wolf was chasing us.
We eventually got into the city. It was night, a full moon hovering over the city lights. I thought that we had lost our pursuer, but then I looked up. A figure was framed by the glowing orb in the sky. It was a man of massive proportions, with a mane of wild hair and a single glowing yellow eye.
I slammed the brakes from the passenger seat, and pushed my dead-eyed dad out of the car, pulling him into an alley. I reasoned that if we climbed onto the rooftops, we’d be able to travel faster. So we hopped up the trashcans and began running.
Then suddenly, the Wolf was there. I gave the usual speech, “You’ll never win, blah, blah, blah...”
But then he smiled, the smile of a predator.
“Never win? I already have...”
Then I opened my eyes. I was in the cage. The Wolf was looking in on me, smiling...
I wonder what that dream meant.
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