DREAM LOG #1; "COYOTES and SPANISH"

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Last night's dreams included more coyote fights. The sky was laced with red and orange, as if the sun was choosing not to set, and was spreading its fiery anger across the entire globe in an attempt to start chaos. The coyotes were once again trying to kill me with their nice sharp teeth, and one even tried to claw at me while on its hind legs, standing as tall as I do.
These coyote dreams most likely happened because last night before falling asleep a bit after 1a.m. thanks to some sleep medications, I heard howling. I looked out the blinds of my window to see if maybe my nightmares would finally reveal themselves in the flesh again. Like they have several times before in different small interactions. But no coyotes could be spotted in the darkness. Not even the tiny bits of life reflecting from the highway lights could help me spot them.

As for the fight with the head coyote itself went, it was violent as always. He lashed at me with his teeth and gashed my chest and part of my shoulder. I could feel chunks of my body missing in those spots now, as I placed my fingers there to feel around for how bad these wounds might have been. In hopes of getting back at the beast for taking part of me, I used one of the farming tools from the barn (that actually do reside in the barn in the awoken life i live) and cut the coyote in half.
At the sight of the split coyote, the other coyotes began to whimper and cry as they trotted back to the fields and into the rows of blueberry bushes that reside along the hillside. The split coyote even turned his head towards me and growled, and then began to crawl off towards the bushes as well. With his lower body walking behind him.

The other dream involved a christmas party, held at a house I've never been. It was a short dream that involved many of the relatives on my mother's side of the family, who were all watching as I entered the room to talk with one of my aunts. Why I was talking to this specific aunt, I have no idea. But I was. And she was speaking in spanish to me. The interesting part of the dream is that I would speak spanish right back to her. Spanish that I actually do know in real life thanks to the courses I took back in high school.
The extra bit of info that makes this dream comedic is the fact that in real life this aunt doesn't speak spanish. But we hardly ever talk, as she is usually quiet at family gatherings. So it seems like she very well could be the type that speaks another language.