Relentless Wolf Dreams Since Young Age

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Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: southern Oregon
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sun Jun 20 07:00:55 2010

For as far back as I can remember I have had reoccurring nightmares of the same black wolf. The dreams, as I got older, became more, and more serious. Over time this dream wolf became feared as a physical entity because it had fallowed me well until I was 17. I still get emotional thinking about it. My Mother contacted child psychiatrists and we had many different explanations for these dreams, one of which was that these dreams were triggered by a scene in the movie The Never Ending Story.

It always presented itself as black. I have a very intuitional and psychic friend (she actually knew my mother and I’s secret knock without ever having heard it), and I had a dream with her in it. She guided me through a large house as we discussed the meaning behind my traumatic dreams. As soon as things became negative we would walk into the next room, and the next, until finally we came to the place where we had begun. She told me many things, but I cut her off before she could talk when I asked ",I was killed by a wolf wasn’t I?".

I was shocked and elated in the dream to know finally the relationship. She actually told me its name, to which I actually remembered when I woke up. It sounded old, like something Victorian. I told my mother the name the moment I woke up, but unfortunately she herself forgot. I have since been able to also make a connection between the past life experience and this weird thing that has happened to my throat randomly since I was around 6 or 8.

My throat randomly closes up, like the front of my throat pops in (but you cant see it), and I have to swallow very hard multiple times to make it normal again. It scared me to death the first time it happened. Since I have discovered the relationship between me and the dreams, I have stopped dreaming about the wolf completely until a couple of weeks ago. This time it was no longer black or sinister as it was before (I’m guessing it was black because its relevance/story was unknown).

I was in a car with my Mom driving. We passed a woman on her knees on a bridge with people surrounding her. My Mother said to me "I smell blood", after this comment an impressively sized wolf was running beside our car. We were driving so fast and it was lunging as it ran beside my window. When it could, it snapped in my direction. It looked like a Canadian grey wolf. I’m sure this took back looooong ago when animals grew to a completely different size, because this animal was mammoth and robust, but absolutely beautiful. I would also like to add that I have three moles at the front of my neck. Thank you for hearing my story.