My werewolf dream
So all of LGT already knows this, but for those who don’t, I have this weird fascination with werewolves. Not so much that I own silver bullets, (though a recent werewolf story I read suggested that the silver may have nothing to do with the bullet’s power, but that’s a different story) but I probably spend more time thinking about them than your average person. And yes, my friends do enjoy teasing me for it…
Last night was my second werewolf dream ever that I can remember. The first was years ago, maybe I’ll put it in a later entry. In this one though, it wasn’t so much a werewolf because I never saw it change into a person or anything, but it was definitely a wolf that thought and planned in a connivingly human manner…oh, and it walked on two legs…
I don’t remember how the dream started, but I recall that Ashley and I had been someplace talking either just between the two of us or with other people about this wolf thing that was attacking people in the area. The theory was that this thing waited for people to be alone, and specifically, physically apart from their significant others. Then it would attack. That part is hazy…
The next part is where it gets clear. Ashley and I were walking hand in hand across the bridge that, in my waking life, spans the creek between the office where I work and the parking garage. We were walking towards the parking garage, just talking. It was a beautiful day and we were happy…
For some reason I turned around, and there’s this wolf thing standing right behind us, the one we’d been talking about earlier. It was so close I could have reached out and touched it. It wasn’t very big, shorter than me (I’m 5’6”) and pretty thing. It made no aggressive moves, it just stood there calmly with this blankly evil look on its face. I grabbed Ashley and pulled her close to me and we backed away. Still, it didn’t do anything overtly aggressive, it just kept pace with us, making it very clear that it was going to stay with us. Ashley and I were both trying to keep ourselves out of the panic zone, but we were obviously frightened. Mr. Wolf, even though his face was totally blank, radiated something that said he was enjoying our fear…
I think that’s what pissed me off and what prompted me to give him the finger. He stopped cold. We kept backing away, but me giving him the finger had so incensed him that he stopped following us. His expression remained blank, but something subtle, maybe the flutter of an ear, maybe something totally telepathic, let me know that he was angry, that he could bide his time, and that we were now on his list.
I woke up in the dark, very glad that werewolves don’t exist.
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Simboy17@aol.com
2004-08-04T15:03:57.000Z
I have werewolf-related dreams all the time. I also have an obsession with werewolves. I usually have a dream about being a werewolf rather than being chased by one but last night I had a dream that this girl who was also a werewolf and I were waiting to transform and she went to sleep. So I was waiting then I started to transform and so did she even though she was asleep. Then I saw some people and I ran towards them to try to make them run inside their house before I lose control of myself. But they just got pissed at me because I had actually somehow changed back really fast. Then the girl who was a werewolf was waking up and she hadn’t changed back so I was trying to get these people into their damn house and then I was in there and they had a door that was mostly glass and then a second door that had a giant stained glass window in it. I was pretty screwed so I remember running upstairs and slamming a door shut behind me right as I hear the first glass door breaking and the people’s dog barking like crazy. Then I was just sitting there thinking “what the HELL is going on here?”
