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last night i dreamed i was lying in wait, following a heard of bison through a wooded land. A man i admired lied beside me, teaching me the ways of hunting. I wore a wolves skin over myself. I had just watched a special about this that night. The natives would sometimes herd hundreds of bison into areas by pretending to be wolves.

I felt admiration and trust toward the man beside me and thankfulness to be allowed instruction in this ageless, human custom. but then i looked down into myself and felt fear. i mean, this was dangerous. I could be trampled. What if real wolves came by and figured out i wasn't one of them? would i get attacked and eaten?

i wish i had written it down right away so i could have brought more understanding out of it.