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| CANADA'S SOURCE FOR WEREWOLF HUMOUR AND SATIRE
SAN DIEGO ZOO-- Oh man, when I wake up I'm going to have to tell everyone about this incredibly crazy dream. You see, I'm dreaming about werewolves, and I'm one of them!
Do you ever have those dreams that just seem so real, so vivid, that when you wake up you can't distinguish the events from reality? Dude, I am having one of those right now! The dream starts out early in the evening. I've picked up my girlfriend Jody, and we've decided we would go to Red Robin for dinner. Oh it's all so clear! We had decided to walk, as it was such a nice evening, and there was a full moon in the sky to guide our way. But as we strolled along the sidewalk on the way to the restaurant, a mysterious guy in a raincoat brushed up against me, and scratched my arm. Ouch! I could almost imagine that I really felt that! Anyways, my arm bled for a little bit, but then healed up really fast. The guy who scratched me gave this really weird howl and then rushed off into the night. Those things always happen in dreams right? We made it to the restaurant and I ordered a steak I remember asking the waiter to cook it rare. Whoa! I usually want my steaks cooked well-done! This is already getting trippy. After that, the whole thing starts to remind me of a scene out of American Werewolf In London. I often dream about movies that I've watched. Did I fall asleep in front of the television last night? We left the restaurant, after I've complained to the waiter about the crappy steak, and I started to feel this weird sensation. I looked up in the sky, and the moon was beaming down on me like some cosmic heat lamp! These strange feelings started to come over me, and I remember telling Jody to run, as my body quickly began to morph into this ferocious b-movie beast. As my transformation completed, I tracked her down and ripped her throat out, letting out this screeching wail as I bayed at the moon. Boy is she going to have a laugh about this when I wake up. The dream gets a little muddled here. I'm chased by dobermans, dudes on motorcycles, and billy-club swinging police officers. I know that I leap a couple of chain-link fences near the San Diego Zoo, and hide in one of the animal pens. That's the part where I remember the insatiable thirst for human flesh starts to subside, and the human part of me resumes control. Crazy! I'll say
this much. When I get up, I'm going to resolve to cut back on big meals,
especially before bed. These werewolf dreams are just too weird.
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