The full moon tonight is so enlivening, I can only think of my childhood wish to be a werewolf.
I wanted it so bad. To turn all furry, spur claws, fangs and run around wild.
My father called me Irving when I was a kid. I wore glasses and spent most of my time alone with books.
I imagined being a werewolf was my way out. I hope I succeed.
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And whom, dear Don, would you have bitten?? Mother/Judith
I had an obsession with werewolves too but in my case I was terrified that I was turning into one. If there was a full moon I didn't sleep all night - constantly checking my canines to see if they were getting bigger. Sometimes I'd have lucid flying dreams where I was feeling so free but so scared because I could feel the much more powerful werewolf emerging. I'd start to let out a huge howl and wake myself up in terror. I love the idea of actually embracing my inner werewolf.
Makes me miss Buffy!
I never thought I wanted to be a werewolf. For me, it was the great commander, the lord of armies and men. I have succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.
I think your werewolf is running riot these days. :)
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