My White Bull

Date: 1/16/2019

I dreamt of showing mercy to a hellish, murderous creature that slaughtered men, women, and children in horrific ways. He was chasing me and I hid in the men's room, the stalls were pink. Light pink. For some reason, when the beast approached and I yelled at him, he calmed down. I was confused, as I remembered feeling panicked, as if I was sure my death chased me. Then we were at a dance of some sort. I wore a beautiful black dress, and felt nothing but an all-consuming warmth of love. In my dream, if felt right to call him my White Bull, though I never spoke out loud. He called me Goddess, though he never spoke either. The dream ended and I awoke feeling love and content.