Sandy and I are standing below two fenced areas that extend from the wall to our right. The lower one is larger than the top one and is suspended below it. A wooden stairway connects the floor where we stand and the two enclosures. The lower one holds an enormous tiger, which is mostly white but with various warm colors on its back. It pads softly around the area. Above it, in the other cage, two adult wolves and a cub pace back and forth. They are giant wolves, the size of small horses.
The stairs somehow open to us and we ascend--but as we do the wolf cub zips down the stairs and escapes. We hurry up the stairs and find that there is a third level where we may stand. Spread out beyond us is revealed a magical landscape of hill and forest. The trees are brightly colored with rust and ochres, something like a fall landscape. The light is clear and brilliant. Seeing the view is exhilirating.
But as we admire the view we are also aware of the animals now below us. The wolves in the area immediately below seem angry and distraught, possibly because the cub is missing. One wolf in particular keeps poking its snout into our area and snarling. The head is enormous. I can see its yellow teeth and sense it malevolence, but am somehow also jazzed by the beauty of its pelt.
We decide to leave and the stairs suddenly fold into a slide, which carries us quickly down past the animals. The dream ends.
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