This time the werewolf was lurking inside when I unlocked the door to my house. I was expecting my boyfriend (in the dream - no their isn't one) to be hiding in the house in the dark to teach me a lesson about security and being prepared; instead a werewolf in 1/2 human 1/2 wolf form lept from the shadows and started gnawing on my left rib cage ... where my wolf paw tattoo is ... and where my heart is. I froze, and remember trying to scream, but not being able to.
Then, of course, I woke up.
I lay there, trying to regain control of my breathing, in that strange mental state of clarity you get before infected with the goings on of the world, and recalled that the dream dictionary says that dreaming of werewolves often indicates that someone in your life isn't who they appear to be.
Then, with shocking clarity, the thought shot across my brain:
What if the someone is me?
