It was on a summer day i saw a white hare on a garden resting under a tree, Its beautiful white fur stood out from the surrounding vegetation.
As i made my approach towards the hare a pack of wild dogs sprung up, three of them to be exact
The dogs were accompanied by a large Doberman with an unusual jaw and a wolf that seemed to tag along.
the Doberman rushed towards the hare and begun to maul it while the three dogs watched in joy.
I ran towards the hare in an attempt to rescue it, the once green landscape was suddenly blanketed in a thick layer of snow
The wild dogs charged towards me, one managed to pin me down into the snow
I cried out for help as its jaws clamped down on me, pushing me deeper in the snow in an attempt to suffocate me
As i quickly realized there was nobody to come help me, I fought back. I regained my footing and with several hard blows to its side the first dog ran
The two other Dogs leaped on me and began mauling me
The fight was violent as i struggled myself towards an advantage and beat both into retreating
during this whole ordeal The Doberman continued mauling the hare, as i hurried forwards to challenge the beast it let go of the brutalized hare
Its lower jar was opened at two segments in a grotesque monstrous fasion fitted with teeth, Its eyes were pure white and its size was impressive for its breed
The Dog charged at me, i held it at bay grabbing both sides of its horrid shaped jaw.
I struggled with the beast as it did everything in its power to tear open my throat, pulling at its misshapen lower jaw i tore the beast in half with my bare hands
the dogs were defeated say for the wolf, i made my way towards the hare
The Wolf which had been monitoring me Jumped foward. As i ran trying to reach the hare, the wolf ran past it and behind a nearby tree
its once Snow white fur was soaked in blood, Gore and guts scattered across the Hare as it lay gasping for air.
There was nothing i could do to save it, its injuries were far too severe.
The wolf leaped in front of me and swallowed the dying hare Whole. There was no point in fighting it, for there was nothing left to save.
Sensing my grief stemming from the violent struggle i endured to rescue the hare. the wolf walked towards me, stared for a moment, then laid itself down by my feet.
I've spent the last moments of my dream standing in disbelief for all i've done. wondering if i could've saved the hare, or if it was doomed no matter what i did.
What could this mean?