Dreams

TV On the Radio - Golden Age--- Last night I had a dream that a coyote that looked a great deal like this coywolf--and, in the dream, I couldn’t decided whether to call it a coyote or a wolf--bit my hand hard enough to leave bright red blood bruises, but not break my skin. This was after I had to sing and dance to it, to calm it and keep it from attacking me.

After it bit me anyway, I grabbed it by its scruff, and shook it and it released and wandered off. I walked on my way, cradling my hand and inspecting it to make sure I wouldn’t have to get tested for rabies. I didn’t want to have to kill the coyote.