Wolf Moon – January - Amid the cold and deep snows of midwinter, the wolf packs howled hungrily outside Indian villages.
Last night the moon was almost full. As I was falling asleep I could see the moon trying to break through the fog. It appeared as a hazy white glow peering over the top of Mount Tamalpais. Around two o’clock in the morning, I woke up to a big white moon shining over the mountain. The moonlight was shining directly on my bed. I lay awake for about 35 minutes, just basking in the winter moonlight. Then as the moon fell behind the tops of some tall redwood trees, I fell back asleep.
I dreamed I went to a little cabin that was in a wooded area, close to the ocean. The cabin wasn’t really very nice, a bit barren and disheveled, but it wasn’t gross or uncomfortable either. It was the middle of a cool, partly cloudy afternoon. I was looking around the little place, when my friend appeared. She was looking as beautiful ever and we immediately embraced and hugged each other. We started kissing each other passionately. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist, as we continued to French kiss in mad passionate ecstasy. I walked about the room with her body entwined around me, momentarily pushing her against the wall. Then I was guiding us to the little bedroom in back of the cabin.
As we started through the bedroom door, her legs were still wrapped around my waist and we were kissing passionately. I was pushing and grinding up into the folds of her red calico skirt. But I was trying not to get too excited and not mess up our clothes. Then she slipped down to stand in front of me, and hugged me lovingly.
‘That was nice,’ she told me. Her big brown eyes looked up to me, with all the passion and love that eyes can convey. Then she softly said, “You already made me ...”
Then suddenly, I was alone in the other room of the cabin. I remembered that she had hepatitis, and I was concerned that we had been French kissing. I wasn’t sure if I could get hepatitis from kissing, but I was pretty sure I could. Particularly since we had such heavy tongue action, I was feeling stressed that I had lost my senses and was now probably infected with hepatitis for the rest of my life.
It was late afternoon and the sky was slightly darkening. As I contemplated my situation it suddenly occurred to me that she is dead, and this was only a dream. I was relieved that I didn’t have to worry about having contracted hepatitis, and disappointed that we were not really going to make love. I was sad that she is dead. Then I felt confusion set in, and I woke up.
I wonder about the spirits and life after death. I think about imagination, insanity, and also the possibility that we can really interact with the dead. For me, it seems like we can interact with the spirit world. But I don’t really know….