Hi hope someone can explain my dream, it was so vivid, I really believed I was there.I was in a car with my brother and a man who was trying to sell me property, we travelled up and up a long dusty troad, one side looked down to a sheer drop the other hills and mountains of woodland,we came up near  twisted rusty mental fenching surrounding a vast area of land, there stood a large dark ruin, the road turned into an up hill narrow trackwere an old for sale sighn lay on the floor,I got out the car dispite the man shouting this was not for me,the urge to climb up the gate to get in was so great I did just that, the sheer horror I faced made me cry,as mounds of wolves lay on the dirt some were dead some too weak to move, yet all with the same intense look making my heart race, I came to the last large mound and stooped to touch the poor creatures, some licked my hand,they had been starved and beaten as I eased one onto its side, I found more horror cubs, and more cubs, the adults were trying to keep warm.I was so enraged I started ripping down the fenching and told the man this was my home now they drove away while I cared for all the wolves ,they showed such trust and love towards me, dream ended with me living so peacfully with the pack, the sun is going down and I stand on the grass mound with the firstgrey wolve standing by my side and tall fenching errected by me to keep people out and the wolves safe. This same dream comes to me when ever times are tough for me and my family. love Shamrar