I run along a rocky road in the wilderness. Ahead, on the other side of a chasm which I have to cross, is a great, white wolf.

I raise my blue plastic lacrosse racquet and shout 'AAIII.' The wolf trots away.

I climb over to the other side of the chasm and shout again. The wolf continues to run away and I continue to run towards the town I can see down in the distance.

I have the strange feeling that I have dreamed this dream before.