Suddenly, there was a sheep in the yard. Shadow [being part Boarder Collie] went to chase [uh... I mean "herd"] it and, instead, ran for his life back in my direction... with the sheep following. Shadow [still a pup in the dream] ducked behind my back and I lifted my feet up at the sheep. The sheep head-butted my feet, which sent it back on its rump. After a while, the sheep went back to grazing.

Carmel thought she'd give it a try [which is strange because she's a bird dog... English Setter mix] and had the exact same result. Shadow tried once more and, again, I kept the sheep from trampling him.

That dream faded into::

My family [minus my brother], a couple strangers, and I were traveling up in the mountains. Everyone had heavy packs and it seemed we were in a hurry... that there was a reason we were traveling and our lives could depend on not being found. There was snow on the ground and we had been traveling all day. We were completely exhausted.

By dusk, we finally reached a small ledge on the mountain and everyone collapsed. To the left was a hole in the rock about 2' high and 3' wide... a cave entrance. I had a long walking stick and tapped it against the rock. Four or five wolves came out and piled around the group on the ground.

I took a look inside the cave and was happy to see that it was the size of a decently sized living room... and it was warm. There were also another ten or so wolves curled up asleep.

I told everyone to go inside and get between the wolves for warmth. Everyone was so exhausted that they didn't want to move at first. I started taking their packs and putting them along the walls inside. The wolves outside came in and, with the warmth of their bodies gone, the people began to crawl into the cave. Finally everyone was inside. There were two or three more packs outside so I brought them in and piled them with the rest. Once inside, I knew we'd be safe and get a good night's rest.

Then I woke up.