on wolves who like music

last night i had a dream where i went to let budders inside, but there was a wolf just a few feet behind him. fearing that the wolf would try to run inside if i opened the door for budders, i stood there with the door cracked slightly.

i tried to sneak the door open wide enough for just budders to shimmy through the opening, but saw that, upon noticing a slightly wider gap leading to the inside, the wolf flinched toward the house. i knew he would make a run for it if i opened the door any more. so i just kind of stood there trying to figure out what to do.

the wolf then asked me if he could come inside. yes, he spoke, and asked if he could come hang out. i see how little red riding hood was fooled by the big, bad wolf, for he spoke well and with only seemingly good intentions. but i was hesitant. he was a wolf. who knows what he'd do if i allowed him entrance to my house.

he then, further, asked if he could come inside so that we could listen to some music. he said he had some good music he wanted me to hear. while listening to good music with a wolf might be kind of cool, i still would have been listening to music with a wolf. and little red riding hood taught me that no matter how complimentary or friendly a wolf may seem, he's still a wolf.

sensing that i was not going to allow him inside my house, the wolf said goodbye and walked away. as he left, and i'm not sure what music listening contraption could do this, he played a song loudly at his departure. and it registered as one of my brother's songs, though i can't think of which one. and i thought: wolves know my brother's music? and i thought: damn. maybe he did just want to listen to music.