Dreams and Things

I'm in a dark dimly lit place resenting my father. He's always away at work and instead of missing him I hate him. I'm walking alone on the snow in a field. There is a pack of coyotes circling me and I am a little afraid they will attack me. But I become their friend and talk to their leader. The are, in fact, larger grey wolves. They want to know if I can supply them with meat. As I walk down a street I see a dark figure jumping from rooftop to rooftop as if it is following me. I am vaguely afraid of this apparition. I am not scared of the wolves  who now surround me. I grow closer to the wolves and often talk to their leader. They repeat their longing for meat which is scarce in the barren waste that is deep snow we both have to endure. I promise them I will find them meat and we all walk back to my house. I look in the freezer but it is caked with ice and all it contains is frozen pizza. I pry one out and tell the wolf leader that this is all I have to offer. I am afra...