The Puzzle of the Buffalo

THIS dream. I am walking through a tunnel between the streets. Air as thick as my misconceptions of life. The gutters are gone but my fears fulfill the deed. A passing light of brilliant orbs dazzle me then I am walking across a cache of weapons and I see my feet amongst others. The wolves’ den. "Who are you?" One asks. I am a dream walker. "Are you crazy?" asks another. No. I am here for reasons unknown. "Kill him." says the one with shifty eyes. Why would you wish this? "He's a pig." No. "Bro, do you have buffalos running around within your head?" Yes. "Let him go." I love you all and please learn from this: if you do all that is told then you are not living a brilliant life as you can. And the buffalos will trample you one soon day. I wake up. :: 09-17-2017 ::