Broke

That Saturday morning, I woke up uneasy, I was a little angry, like a frustrated type of anger.  Nothing I did to center my soul worked.  I went in the living room and sat in the lotus and I saw a wolf's head with a thick body almost bear like, fast and strong race up to my face, stared and growled at me then dashed off.  His eyes and teeth were already red.  That told me that it had already committed its crime and the blood was the blood of someone's spirit so I thought it was mine.  I went to work bewildered because I couldn't point a finger at anything in my life that was pulling my emotions in that direction with that kind of magnitude but I really could feel that my spirit was intact, just weighted down with something happening.  As the day came to an end, it dawned on me, someone's spirit broke and it was eaten by that wolf-bear like creature. Someone I knew and it was too late to save them.  It was a breaking I never felt before, a breaking that can leave someone hollow for the rest of their life, just darkness and death.  So the question was, who?  By Sunday evening I found out who it was.  I never told them of the vision and that I knew from the day before because I knew right as it happened.  Like I've been saying, I don't know what these images mean, why I'm the one seeing them, nor what is it that I'm supposed to do with them.  I'm chained to this chair front row alone in the theater with my eyes forced open to watch all the performances.