The wolves are at my door.

Last night I dreamt of many things as I always do. And like most of my dreams there was a lot of meaning behind what was occurring within my dreams. The one that stands out is always the most important one and needs to be addressed. The wolves were at my door, angry, hungry, ravenous even. There were two of them, one white, one gray. In my dreams the white wolf is almost always a symbol of myself, my inner wolf, often times there are more than one wolf. Whether they are fighting, hunting, or a pack. Anyways like so many times before when I've dreamt of the wolves chasing me, I ran, ran for home, for comfort, for safety. But it wasn't enough this time, they sat outside, snarling, pacing waiting. I would open the door they would growl and lunge, and I'd jump back inside and slam the door scared, this went on until I went in the kitchen and grabbed a knife, thinking of killing them if I had to. I opened the door, knife ready, they didn't attack, just circled, growling, snapping at my legs. That's all I can remember, and I take these dreams seriously, it's my wolf's way of speaking to me. And I think she is trying to remind me of her and her needs. Over the past seven months I haven't had the ability or freedom to let her out, to give her some of her own freedom and it is starting to really take a toll on me and I'm sure on her. She wants out, she wants to hunt, to feed, to run with a pack and be a wolf just for one night. But she doesn't have a pack anymore, there are no wolves for her to run with, to hunt with, to sleep with. She is alone and that is why she is so angry, that is why I am filled with so much hatred and despair. She needs out. But am I supposed to do? People don't understand me as it is, some know I'm weird and accept that, but if I let go, they would think I was crazy for sure (maybe I am).