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When I finally put my head on the pillow and drifted off, I ventured into a vivid cluster of dreams.

Walking through a home, I noticed a red throw draped over a chair. Beside it stood an end table with a coffee mug adorned with a striking image of a wolf, its gaze piercing through the ceramic. As I moved through the space, a box caught my eye—it bore a cardinal delicately painted in the center of the lid, radiating an air of cherished significance.

I continued past what seemed to be an unused dining room, cluttered with scattered papers, boxes, and other forgotten remnants. Venturing further, I walked down a dimly lit hallway flanked by four additional rooms, each door slightly ajar, shrouded in darkness. I paused at the second-to-last door and stepped inside, drawn to a full-size bed. Approaching the left side, I placed my hand gently on the shoulder of a person deeply asleep. A wave of negativity and stress washed over me, causing them to stir. Leaning in, I whispered soothingly, “Sleep in peace; nothing will harm or cause you pain in your dreams again. Leave the weight of your thoughts behind; they are fading as dawn approaches, heralding a new day.”

After leaving that individual behind, I continued along a sunlit path, relishing the warmth on my skin. Lost in the beautiful views, I nearly overlooked a vibrant red cardinal perched on a small pine tree, meticulously grooming its feathers. As I walked, the bird took flight, circling before landing in another tree across the path. I found myself a few feet ahead, enchanted by the scene unfolding around me.

To my left, a white wolf sat silently, its gaze fixed upon the sky. I noticed a void in the middle of the heavens—like a black hole from which a single star seemed to be falling.

As I neared the end of the path, it abruptly stopped, leading me to the center of towering, square-shaped brick walls that loomed around me. I stood in a void below, surrounded only by these imposing barriers. On the other side, a chorus of voices resonated, hundreds or even thousands—speaking in harmony, their words forming a melodic chant that filled the air. I discerned a phrase rising above the rest:

“CLEAR ILLUSION COMES OVER TRANSFERENCE.”

This dream, rich in imagery and emotion, lingered in my mind, beckoning for exploration and understanding as I drifted into the night.