white buffalo

Date: 10/26/2016

I'm in the front yard of the house I grew up in as a kid. A young white buffalo is standing there in the grass. Somebody is explaining to me that I'll need to take good care of him because they can live 20 years and then an extra 16 years. In my brain, at that point, i know I'll spend my whole life with him. I go towards the young white buffalo and I hug him, my hands around his head, petting his fur, my torso between his horns. I am hugging him and he's happy.