Wolves

Last night, I dreamed I was back in the apartment complex I grew up in, and I saw two wolves. One was black, and one was gray. The gray one mostly kept its distance, across the parking lot, where the black one kept coming up to me. The closest I recall it getting was when it jumped up onto the area where one flight of stairs ends and another begins. The wolf was not growling or barking or snarling or anything. It was simply standing there, looking at me, but I still felt frightened. I must have also been fascinated too because I kept looking at it. I was waiting for Jimmy to return to the apartment as well, but I figured he had a key and could let himself in, so I went inside and locked the door because the wolf was making me so uncomfortable. Jimmy came in later, and I wondered how he got past the intimidating black wolf.