• Big as Bactrians: big as Central Asian camels. That is, pretty big.
• Tiny creatures climb up fur to slit: tiny kangaroo newborns must climb from vagina to pouch. Mom licks the fur smooth but won't nudge or lift: a survival test!
• Scraped-up guy: me. I've been replacing our uninsulated windows. I constantly get little wounds from clumsy carpentry--and enough stress can trigger flare-ups of my mystery fever. A self-inflicted stress test?

• Smuggled in canine orofice: Mexico-to-US guides are coyotes. And mules carry drugs inside, though mostly intestinal not oral or vaginal.
• Dog-drool heals: Science News found wounds licked by dogs healed faster than sterile ones! Yet human saliva slows healing; its enzymes apparently changed to help us handle cooked food.
• To heal, ride in mouth, not vagina: had a dull talky yoga class today. I prefer another class; sexy students, more active. But was the dull one healthier?

• Fish breath not dogfood breath: a diet hint? I'm normally vegetarian but have noticed I crave deepwater oily fish. Anti-inflammatory oil?
• Worry I'll infect partner: real. Dream points out symptom relief isn't enough; this recurring fever is awful, I must be sure I can't spread it.
• ACTION: find a doctor who'll agree to a full course of antibiotics, because this isn't just about me; I mustn't pass this on.

At last I found an open-minded doctor willing to risk prescribing long-term antibiotics for an undiagnosed recurring infection. Took doxycycline & azithromycin for nearly a year. Ate lots of probiotics and took my herbs, too. Result? Vast improvement, and I've kept the gains since. I feel well, but can't test to be sure I'm infection-free without a diagnosis; I plan to stick to safe sex.

SO WHY THIS CRAZY DREAM?

Under the weird images, it proves that dreams read science articles! This isn't an archetypal "Swallowed by a Wolf" a la Red Riding Hood, but a dream tweaking Grimm, Jung, and Freud too--the core is straight from a Science News article verifying the healing power of doggy drool! The notion that dream-thinking's primitive is kinda primitive itself.

So why a wolf-vaginal-sex scene at all? Well, picture me on Freud's couch telling him just the oral scene; wouldn't old Sigmund call it Oedipal? Back to the womb, to... Maw! (Sorry. Couldn't resist and neither could Freud.) But the blatant sex of the vaginal scene torpedoes any dream-as-disguise theorizing. Only comparing vagina and mouth brings out Wolf's lesson: to cross to the promised land, you need not hot furry sex, kinky fun though it may be, but... dog drool. Healing!

This dream knew its audience--me. Only contrasting two bizarre scenes made the meaning--"prioritize healing"--inescapable. And it had to be unmistakable, for I didn't want to face months of antibiotics (side effects can be harsh). But Half-Wolf made it utterly, nuttily, smuttily clear I had to do it. Fun or not.

So I did. And it worked.