The Spirit Realm

I dreamed that I was photographing a copse of trees blanketed by snow around their bases.

As I zoomed into a ground junction of trunks, a plump and large, light brown hawk walked right into my focus.

It kept looking at me through the lens as I struggled to make the camera capture images.

But the camera had moved to some advance mode, and I kept trying, scrambling backward, as the hawk began advancing.

I called out to my youngest to help get the camera working properly, desperate to record this strange and wonderful phenomena.

Surprisingly, the hawk did not fly away, and kept approaching – then turned into some form of lean wolf as I scrambled backward into human town territory.

Grubby people in a Dark Ages setting had their varied wild dog breeds tied next to them at multiple outdoor eating benches.

The wolf let came up to me and let me harness its muzzle – then turned into a hound to blend and protect me.