strange forest guardian

dreamt of a gorgeous creature half man, half ram strange being with leathery skin and huge spiraling horns, wooly curls and thundering voice. Bathing in the woods in the oddest light, greenish and gloomy. Finding lovely blue and green raw silk robes at the side of the water, left by whom? Hiding my real clothes from the creatures of the forest. Feeling my heart straining in my chest pushing at the cage of ribs, wanting free so that it could dash itself on the walls spilling blood and lust everywhere. I asked the creature what his name was but he said that he had no name because he ran with the creatures of the forest and they had not use for names, he asked me to give him a name, my mind flooded with ideas all names beginning with vowels, I tried to think of some thing beautiful, but then i told him that he should be called Caleb, such a pretty under-the-stars-at-night kind of name, a shepherd's name. I went to bed at 5pm yesterday trying to fall back into the same dream with the same strangewise beast, but I got only a dream of a gypsy boy in a shitty car. I always worry when dreams are better than life, when the adventures we can have while asleep seem more alluring than the events that make up the quickly passing days.