The dream that I'll never forget is one that is connected to a dream my father had when he was younger. He explained to me that the dream that stuck with him the most was that he was placed into the presence of a pack of wolves. He knew he would be killed if he didn't become one of them, so he did. He conformed to the pack, and he traveled with them into the night. About a week after he explained his dream, I had one of my own. It started off within three, tall cages set next to one another in an open, outdoor area. I stood in the middle cage, and on my sides, there was a wolf confined to each cage. I was in no harm, but I knew I didn't want to be confined to same cage as the wolves. I looked up, and saw that their was no ceiling to the cage. I turned into a bird of some sort, and I freed myself by flying out through the top. They would be restricted to the cage, due to their grounded nature. I believe the meaning to my dream, if it had one, was to show how my father and I are quite different.