Peter Hale (raisinghale) wrote in valarnet, @ 2014-04-15 02:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | lydia martin, peter hale |
Of course I'd have strange dreams the night before a full moon. A blood moon, no less. Thank you for that, Orange County.
This time I was some sort of giant wolf-like creature. I guess it was a wolf, anyway, based on the dreams other people have had of me, but the shape of it was really weird. Huge and hunched over, walking on two legs.
I chased Lydia and some of her friends through their school, trying to attack them. Or trying to get another, younger werewolf to attack them. I think I wanted him as part of my pack, but it's all a bit fuzzy.
When I woke up, I'd torn apart my pillow. No sign of fangs or claws, but my wife isn't happy with me. I'm spending the next few days in the guest room until I "get over whatever is bothering me".
I haven't told her about these dreams yet. No point in worrying her.