Broadway wolves

Date: 5/1/2016

Buckle up because this is a long dream. So, suddenly it was the apocalypse. I remember being directed by my art teacher to swim through the debris to safety. I eventually came to a small island of debris, with others on it. They pulled me up, and I could see now there were four other islands, each with their own group of-wolves? I looked down and suddenly I was a wolf, as were the rest of my group. The group across from us looked particularly evil, and even had a Draco Malfoy wolf in it. They were Slytherin. In fact, we were all houses. I don't know/remember which house mine was, but I knew we 1)were good and 2)hated Slytherin. We just knew they would sabotage us whenever they had the chance. So when the time came to build our shelters, we kept its location a secret (or at least from them). It was nice. There were several rooms we dug out amidst the garbage, and used support beams so it wouldn't collapse on us. There was golden lighting, and what looked like giant pads of Werthers Caramel. Yum. We started living as normally as wolves in an apocalypse can live, and our group started growing as more and more pups were born. We were running out of room in our little Utopia. So, we evacuated everyone back onto our island to begin building plans. Funny enough, every other group was there also, faced with the same problem. Slytherin wasted no time in sending a representative over, one with slick hair and a sly smile. He told us that Slytherin had "missed us" and wanted to reunite. Perhaps the two houses could join, live closer, or at least know the other's location. He wouldn't leave us alone about it. He insisted he see our plans. The leader eventually turned them over, knowing it wouldn't be wise to be the first to show hostility. The Slytherin wolf left soon after. We began rebuilding. This is the part I can't really remember, like a building montage in a movie. But I know that when we were done, Slytherin visited all the time. Like, alllll the time. It seemed as if there was always a Slytherin over, trying to convince someone to join. Then, they decided I was either valuable or not loyal (or both). They focused all of their energy on pestering me. But suddenly, I wasn't a wolf at all. Neither was anyone else. They were all in wolf costumes. It was a performance, one in the likes of Wicked. I wasn't even in it. I was sitting in the audience. The audience was very small, only several other people. They started inviting people up to act in the show. No, not in the ensemble. I mean act, like be one of the main characters. Obviously it was a great opportunity, and there were so little people in the audience that it wasn't even embarrassing if you screwed up. Not that I screwed up. I had seen the show so many times that I knew my lines by heart. The only thing I didn't know was the choreography. But the actor next to me whispered to me what I had to do anyway. It was like it was actually happening, like in the beginning. When the show ended, they told us this time every one would be included (it was mostly me in the first show). They assigned our roles, and then I was in Slytherin. I experienced the play again, but from the view of a Slytherin. In one part, I was standing on a hill with an elder wolf. I noticed someone running up it, with a strange, large, orange thing. When the wolf got to the top, I could see he was carrying a large wolf embryo. We put it in a safe hiding place and--- I woke up to my mom saying she made omelettes. Darn it.