Sister Wolf
Posted by The Muffin Lucario on Sunday, April 17, 2011
Under: Dreams
This is a dream/nightmare (it didn't strike me as scary, but it certainly wasn't a good dream) I had last night:
For some reason, a bunch of kids, Jo, and I were in this huge hospital-type building (that seemed oddly familiar to a building present in a dream I had a few years back). I'm not really sure why we were there, or what we were doing, but suddenly an announcement rang through the air over the loudspeaker. It told us that enemy soldiers (yeah, apparently there was a war going on or something) were outside, and they would probably come into the building and shoot everyone they could find. People started screaming and freaking out, but soon someone managed to revise a plan that we'd split up and hide within various rooms in the huge building. It seemed like a good idea, so we split into small groups (maybe consisting of three or four people) and headed off to find the best possible hiding spots. This building had like a gazillion floors, and a ton of rooms on each floor. It never struck me why the soldiers could possibly want to search a building so huge, but I digress. My group, which was made up of Jo, two other girls my age, and me, climbed numerous flights of stairs, and then stopped all of the sudden on a random floor. We flew down the hall, and chose a room. It turned out to be fairly small, and it had bits of furniture like a desk, a dresser and an armchair. Papers and various trinkets were scattered all over the furniture and the floor. There were also doors connected to the wall on the left side, and the wall opposite of the one with the door leading into the hall. Curious, we checked them out. One led to a fairly large bathroom with quite a few stalls, and the other led to a little flight of stairs that went up to a dark room. Eerily, it was completely filled with cribs, and the floor squeaked and cracked loudly with every step you'd take. We decided to stay in the main room, and we hid ourselves behind the furniture. The scary thing was, the door was incapable of being locked. We just sat there waiting for quite some time, and then suddenly crimson eyes lit up the room. A large spectral wolf materialized out of nothing, and instantly it began to attack and lunge at us. Everyone was screaming and scrambling about the room. For some reason, I bravely stepped up and kicked the wolf in the face, and he fell over. I grabbed his snout and squeezed, and started kicking his body as hard as I could. My attacks seemed to be doing very little to the wolf. He began to start squirming and struggling, and I couldn't hold him down much longer. For whatever reason, I snatched one of the objects off the ground-- it appeared to be a silver bracelet. I held it against the wolf, and he began screaming out in pain. His fur and flesh began to melt around where the bracelet was pressed against his body, and within seconds the rest of him was melting, too. Soon, he had disintegrated into nothingness. The bracelet turned into a fine white mist, and faded into the air. Since the silver had such an impact on the wolf, I guessed he was a werewolf of sorts.
I turned around, feeling somewhat relieved but also scared out of my mind. Then, I noticed another figure in the corner of the room. The two other girls were staring at it fearfully, but it didn't move a muscle. It was a small wolf, with a pelt that shined like dark silver coins. Streaks of bold red were also blended into its fur. Its eyes glowed blue. A cold realization crept into my mind... I had just battled a werewolf. The werewolf attacked the other people. Jo was nowhere to be seen.
Jo had been transformed into a werewolf.
Thankfully, she seemed to have control over her new shape, as she was still standing as still as a stone. Then, abruptly, she cried out that she didn't want to live like this. She wanted someone to kill her, right here and now. I protested, telling her that it would be pretty freaking sweet to be able to turn into a wolf, and yet have control over yourself in that form, and be able to talk. I told her that she would only turn into a werewolf on the full moon (which apparently it was). She didn't care. She wanted to die, and if no one else killed her, she would commit suicide. Tears began to stream down my face. I really had no choice; she was going to die, one way or another. I figured that if this made her feel so horrible, it'd be best to put her out of her misery as soon as possible. I had learned from the fight that anything other than silver would only slow a werewolf down, so I searched the room for some sort of silver object. I found knives and other things that shined like silver, so I picked them up and held them against the wolf that had once been Jo. They did nothing, so I guessed they were made out of another type of metal. There were no more silver objects in the room, or so I thought. I suddenly discovered a tiny lavender box; I remembered that this was the box that held a sterling silver charm bracelet that I had received from my aunt for my birthday quite a few years ago. Sniffling, I opened the box, and pulled out the bracelet. I moved it around in my hand, examining the only two charms I had added to it-- a sparkly indigo butterfly, and a grass green turtle. Trembling, I brought the bracelet over to Jo. She let out an earsplitting scream as soon as it made contact with her, and she died in a process similar to the werewolf I fought earlier. I was crying the whole time. When Jo had gone, I hurried into the bathroom and locked myself in one of the stalls. Memories flashed through my mind of all the fun times I had spent with Jo-- us laughing, and being silly. I continued to cry, my sobs growing louder and louder with every passing minute.
For some reason, a bunch of kids, Jo, and I were in this huge hospital-type building (that seemed oddly familiar to a building present in a dream I had a few years back). I'm not really sure why we were there, or what we were doing, but suddenly an announcement rang through the air over the loudspeaker. It told us that enemy soldiers (yeah, apparently there was a war going on or something) were outside, and they would probably come into the building and shoot everyone they could find. People started screaming and freaking out, but soon someone managed to revise a plan that we'd split up and hide within various rooms in the huge building. It seemed like a good idea, so we split into small groups (maybe consisting of three or four people) and headed off to find the best possible hiding spots. This building had like a gazillion floors, and a ton of rooms on each floor. It never struck me why the soldiers could possibly want to search a building so huge, but I digress. My group, which was made up of Jo, two other girls my age, and me, climbed numerous flights of stairs, and then stopped all of the sudden on a random floor. We flew down the hall, and chose a room. It turned out to be fairly small, and it had bits of furniture like a desk, a dresser and an armchair. Papers and various trinkets were scattered all over the furniture and the floor. There were also doors connected to the wall on the left side, and the wall opposite of the one with the door leading into the hall. Curious, we checked them out. One led to a fairly large bathroom with quite a few stalls, and the other led to a little flight of stairs that went up to a dark room. Eerily, it was completely filled with cribs, and the floor squeaked and cracked loudly with every step you'd take. We decided to stay in the main room, and we hid ourselves behind the furniture. The scary thing was, the door was incapable of being locked. We just sat there waiting for quite some time, and then suddenly crimson eyes lit up the room. A large spectral wolf materialized out of nothing, and instantly it began to attack and lunge at us. Everyone was screaming and scrambling about the room. For some reason, I bravely stepped up and kicked the wolf in the face, and he fell over. I grabbed his snout and squeezed, and started kicking his body as hard as I could. My attacks seemed to be doing very little to the wolf. He began to start squirming and struggling, and I couldn't hold him down much longer. For whatever reason, I snatched one of the objects off the ground-- it appeared to be a silver bracelet. I held it against the wolf, and he began screaming out in pain. His fur and flesh began to melt around where the bracelet was pressed against his body, and within seconds the rest of him was melting, too. Soon, he had disintegrated into nothingness. The bracelet turned into a fine white mist, and faded into the air. Since the silver had such an impact on the wolf, I guessed he was a werewolf of sorts.
I turned around, feeling somewhat relieved but also scared out of my mind. Then, I noticed another figure in the corner of the room. The two other girls were staring at it fearfully, but it didn't move a muscle. It was a small wolf, with a pelt that shined like dark silver coins. Streaks of bold red were also blended into its fur. Its eyes glowed blue. A cold realization crept into my mind... I had just battled a werewolf. The werewolf attacked the other people. Jo was nowhere to be seen.
Jo had been transformed into a werewolf.
Thankfully, she seemed to have control over her new shape, as she was still standing as still as a stone. Then, abruptly, she cried out that she didn't want to live like this. She wanted someone to kill her, right here and now. I protested, telling her that it would be pretty freaking sweet to be able to turn into a wolf, and yet have control over yourself in that form, and be able to talk. I told her that she would only turn into a werewolf on the full moon (which apparently it was). She didn't care. She wanted to die, and if no one else killed her, she would commit suicide. Tears began to stream down my face. I really had no choice; she was going to die, one way or another. I figured that if this made her feel so horrible, it'd be best to put her out of her misery as soon as possible. I had learned from the fight that anything other than silver would only slow a werewolf down, so I searched the room for some sort of silver object. I found knives and other things that shined like silver, so I picked them up and held them against the wolf that had once been Jo. They did nothing, so I guessed they were made out of another type of metal. There were no more silver objects in the room, or so I thought. I suddenly discovered a tiny lavender box; I remembered that this was the box that held a sterling silver charm bracelet that I had received from my aunt for my birthday quite a few years ago. Sniffling, I opened the box, and pulled out the bracelet. I moved it around in my hand, examining the only two charms I had added to it-- a sparkly indigo butterfly, and a grass green turtle. Trembling, I brought the bracelet over to Jo. She let out an earsplitting scream as soon as it made contact with her, and she died in a process similar to the werewolf I fought earlier. I was crying the whole time. When Jo had gone, I hurried into the bathroom and locked myself in one of the stalls. Memories flashed through my mind of all the fun times I had spent with Jo-- us laughing, and being silly. I continued to cry, my sobs growing louder and louder with every passing minute.
In : Dreams
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