I dreamt about Wolfhounds protecting me and hunting down my father. My father referred to himself as a wolf. Irish Wolfhounds hunted and killed wolves and elk.
This dream recurred twice so far. The first time happened after I submitted the first scene of my memoir to a critiquing site online. The second time occurred after I submitted the first full chapter to the site.
In some way, I believe this is spiritual warfare against what I saw and what was done to me.
The dream was powerful and I cannot seem to wipe the grin off my face.