What would life be if devoid of dreams, fantasies and nightmares? Would hope survive if you couldn't imagine the things you'd wish to be? In the mystical realm of tigers and wolves none of the litters dare not to dream--it seems so essential to the ongoing oneness to make yourself believe in..............something.... Anything! Anything at all, as long as it infuses something into this world of tragic and humiliating mundanity that gives us a reason to tolerate all the little miseries that flood us night and day. Even if nothing even slightly sad would happen to you, the unbearable monotony of nothing spectacular ever happening would drive an