I was back in the woods, chasing animals. But this time there was a fierce animal with me. It was a wolf. A huge great wolf with golden fur. It was a fearsome and terrifying creature, a being of darkness and shadow that struck fear into the hearts of all who encountered it. Its powerful, muscular body was covered in thick fur that seemed to ripple and shift with a life of its own.
As I ran through the woods, the wolf at my side, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The trees seemed to twist and turn in unnatural ways, and the shadows seemed to shift and move on their own. I knew that I was dreaming, but the fear and anxiety I felt were all too real.
I chased after a deer this time, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to catch it. The wolf kept pace with me, its golden eyes fixed on our prey. I could feel its excitement and hunger, and I knew that I was not alone in my desire to hunt.
But as we closed in on the deer, something changed. The wolf's body seemed to ripple and shift, and before I knew it, it had transformed into a human. I froze in shock as the figure turned to me, a sad smile on its face."It's time to wake up," the figure said, its voice soft and soothing. "You don't have to be afraid anymore."
As I lay in bed, trying to catch my breath and calm my racing thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder what the
dream meant. The wolf and the deer had seemed so real, and the transformation of the wolf into a human had left me feeling confused and disoriented.I knew that I needed to process these emotions and try to make sense of what had happened in the dream. So, I got up and grabbed a notebook and pen, determined to write down as much as I could remember about the dream.As I began to write, the words seemed to flow easily onto the page. I described the twisting and turning woods, the shifting shadows, and the feeling of fear and anxiety that had pervaded the dream. And as I wrote, I began to feel a sense of clarity and understanding about what the dream might be trying to tell me. As I began describing the man's features, I halted for a moment, thinking about his cold black eyes and his hair which was swaying with the trees.
When I was finished, I read through my notes and realized that the dream might be trying to tell me that I was feeling lost and uncertain about my direction in life. I knew that I needed to talk to my therapist about this and work on finding ways to cope with these feelings of uncertainty.
I went back to the therapist the next morning.
“What did the human look like?” She asked.
I thought for a while. I could remember what he looked like as if its the back of my hand.
“He was around twenty years old with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes. He looked so handsome that I was out of breath for a second.” I replied without thinking.The therapist looked up from her notes with a confused look.“Isn't it supposed to be a nightmare?” She asked.
I didn't know what to say and instead gave her a nervous smile.She sighed and said, “Is there anything else you didn't tell me Rebecca?”“No. I told you everything I know.”
“Alright then. Tell me about your parents.”
“They're gone. Died in an accident when I was ten years old.”
I looked off into the distance, lost in thought for a moment. "It's hard to talk about my parents and the
accident," I said, my voice tinged with sadness. "I still have trouble believing that they're gone. I was only ten years old at the time, and it was such a sudden and unexpected loss. I remember feeling so alone and lost like I had no one to turn to for comfort or guidance."I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But eventually, I learned to find strength within myself. I
started seeing a therapist, who helped me work through my grief and learn healthy ways to cope with the loss. And I was lucky to have a strong support system in my friends and family, who were always there for me when I needed them."I smiled, a look of determination on my face. "It's been a long road, and there are still days when I miss myparents terribly. But I've learned that life goes on and that it's important to find joy and meaning in the present moment. And I'm grateful for the love and support that I have in my life today."“That's amazing. I can see that you're recovering but I have another question for you. So your parents died at the same time your dreams started to appear?” she asked."Yes, it was around the same time that my dreams started to become more vivid and intense. It was a really tough time for me, and I think my mind was trying to cope with the loss in any way it could.”
“Hold on. I think I know why you have those dreams. It's probably because the wolf wants to help you out. It wants to stay with you because it thinks that you are alone. It's just a guess but that may be the case.”
“How is that possible?” I asked my therapist.“It's certainly possible that your dreams about the wolf are related to your emotional state after the loss of your parents. Dreams can often be a way for our minds to process and make sense of difficult emotions and experiences. It's also possible that the wolf in your dreams represents some aspect of your personality or psyche, or it may symbolize something else entirely. Ultimately, the interpretation of dreams is highly personal and can vary widely from one person to another. It's important to remember that there is no one-size-fits-all explanation for any particular dream, and it's up to you to decide what the wolf in your dreams might mean to you, Rebecca.” She explainedSoon after I left the therapist and went back to work.So, has the wolf always been a nice guy? I thought he was a monster. I thought to myself.Now that I actually thought of it, he never harmed me before. If the scars I get inmy dreams can somehow manifest on my s
As I went back home i was absolutely tired due to the research based on the homunculus. I fell asleep as soon as I changed my clothes without even having dinner.In my sleep, I was back in the forest. But this time i new that I was dreaming. Before I started chasing the way I usually do, I stayed still and thought about my surroundings for a moment. I couldn't believe how real I felt. When I knelt down to touch the grass, I could clearly feel its sharpness across my fingers.Now that I've been to the therapist for quite sometime, I learnt to not fear my dreams anymore. Instead I walked around.As I continued to explore the forest, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The sounds of someone flinching seemed to be getting louder and more urgent, and I knew I had to investigate.I followed the sounds as best as I could, pushing through the underbrush and darting around trees until I finally came across a man leaning against a tree. He was clearly in pain, his leg bent at a
The man then protruded his hand as if asking me to hold it. I was hesitant at first but I then decided to take his hand. His hand was warm. His long fingers were pale and scratched up like papercuts. He then closed his eyes and a moment later I was back in my bedroom. But for some reason, I wasn't on my bed on the ground a few paces away from my bed. I remember sleeping on my bed the previous night but why was I on the ground? I had no clue.Although it seemed like I spent only a few minutes in my dream, it was already morning in reality.I called the receptionist at the laboratories and called for a day off. I needed a break to cool my head. writing down everything I could remember about the dream I wondered why is it always me that gets stuck in such mishaps.Apart from all the questions that are already dwelling in my mind, now came a new question. What was a being protected from? And who is that man? If he is the wolf I always saw in my dream then why was he a man now? Wait a mi
That night, I found myself back in the dream, and for the first time, I was excited to go back to sleep. I knew that the man would be there, waiting for me, and I was eager to talk to him and learn more about the strange situation I found myself in.As I approached the campfire, I saw the man sitting on a rock, roasting meat over the flames. He looked up as I approached and gave me a friendly smile, gesturing toward the rock next to him. I took a seat, feeling a sense of curiosity rather than fear."Are you a werewolf?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.The man's eyes widened in fear, but he nodded his head. "So you figured it out," he said.I didn't know what to say. A werewolf? It seemed impossible. But as I looked into the man's eyes, I knew he was telling the truth."Don't worry," I said, trying to reassure him. "I won't go away.""Why not?" the man asked, still looking worried."Because I'm not afraid of you," I replied. "I just want to understand. Can you tell me more ab
“What are you talking about Stacy? Tell me that's not true. Please tell me you are lying. ““I'm so sorry Rebecca. I knew I shouldn’t have hidden the truth from you but I only ended up remembering it when you asked me about werewolves last time.”“Do you think a werewolf killed them?” I asked.“I'm not sure dear. But I can tell you this. No one in our extended family would be willing to give you information. I already asked around back when I was sixteen but they all silenced me.”“Why?”“They said that with the death of our parents, the monsters must have attained peace. That the curse has been lifted and it's best if we don't dwell deeper into the matter.”“Is that why you told me off the first time I asked?”“Yes, Rebecca. And I’d tell you the same again. Your dreams are not true. Don't take them seriously. You're only going to damage yourself.”“At least tell me what the curse was.”“If I knew I would have sis.”“Alright, Stacy,” I replied and cut the call with no intention of let
As I stood at the edge of the beautiful, glimmering lake, I was mesmerized by the sight in front of me. The midnight moon hung low in the sky, casting its reflection on the surface of the water. The waterfall cascading down the cliff added to the beauty of the scene. It was like something out of a dream.As I gazed at the scenery, my attention was suddenly caught by a man who was bathing in the lake. He was shirtless, and his chiseled abs and broad shoulders were on full display. As our eyes met, I couldn't help but feel a sudden rush of attraction towards him. His V-line led down into his trousers, making it clear that he was in great physical shape.I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he stood up and walked towards me, the water dripping off of his bare skin. He had a confident stride and a mischievous smile on his face. I couldn't help but feel a little flustered as he approached me, but I was also excited to see what would happen next."Like what you see, princess?" the werewolf
I stared at him in shock, my mind racing with the implications of his words. "So that's how I have this magic?" I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it all.The werewolf nodded. "Yes, you inherited the magic that was meant to be mine. But it's not just yours, it's ours. We're connected, you and I. And I promise to always protect you and keep you safe."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How was it possible that I had inherited this magic, and how was I connected to this werewolf? But as he spoke, I felt a warmth fill my chest. I knew that I could trust him and that he would always be there for me. And at that moment, I knew that I had found a true friend and ally in the werewolf."Oh, you asked me for my name right. I forgot to tell you what it is... It's-" he said. But before I could hear what his name was, I was back in my bedroom, wide awake.I had no clue what to do anymore. It was all so strange and confusing. No wonder my relatives considered the power a curse. Now t
That night, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I tossed and turned in my bed, trying to push the nagging thoughts to the back of my mind. But eventually, I gave up on sleeping and got out of bed. I needed to write down everything I had learned over the past few weeks, to try and make sense of it all.As I scribbled down notes, memories of the nightmares I had been having flooded back to me. In my dreams, I was chased by a wolf, only to discover that it was actually a werewolf. The scars I received in these nightmares still ached when I woke up, and I couldn't shake the feeling that they were more than just figments of my imagination.The werewolf in my dreams had told me a story about a pack he used to be a part of, led by a power-hungry alpha. According to the legend, the werewolf was born with a special power, one that the alpha had somehow discovered. To protect himself and others, the werewolf had transferred this power to a man he met in the woods, who happened