KnowingNoMore

I’m in the back yard of my father’s home, and it is now adjacent to a large oval. I have some memories of both the army being nearby, and wanting to become a werewolf.

It is still light outside, and I’m angry about this, because this guy is going to turn me into a werewolf, and I have to wait until it is dark. I’m really keen to become a werewolf, and I remember that it was almost a full moon last night, and that tonight will be the perfect opportunity.

Whilst I’m waiting, I am at the oval across the road, and for some reason, with no RC’s to make sure, I become lucid. After a brief moment of fist pumping and shouting that I’m dreaming I realise that being lucid could ruin my chances of becoming a werewolf (evidently I’m pretty excited about the werewolf thing) so I decide I shouldn’t do anything that would jeopardise this, and take it easy on the teleporting and DBZ antics.

What I do decide to do is to make a sword, as it seems like a sensible thing to do if the army should arrive. After a while of just looking at my hand, and expecting there to be a samurai sword materializing any second, I realized it wasn’t doing me any good and tried something else. I stuck out my hand, and grabbed the top bar of the fence, pretending I was holding the hilt of the sword, and that when I lifted my hand into vision, it would indeed be there. So much for that. As I lifted my hand, it was empty, and the fence was still there.

The realistic feel of the fence had reminded me to stabilize however, and as I rubbed the fence and grass for a while I was once more reminded of the werewolf transformation, so taking a side-road back to the house, I became confused.

Arriving in some kind of bazaar with high bare rock walls surrounding the stalls, I was joined by my ‘studies of religion’ class, and our teacher (we are presently learning about Buddhism, so it wasn’t too far of a stretch for us to take a tour of the ancient markets) and we continued through.

After this, we flew (swimming in the air, and unable to get any real speed) to some kind of doctor’s (perhaps a dentist) for something organised by the school. Next door was a charity store, so I went in searching for things to use for my whisky still. From here the dream grows vague, and fades away. All I remember is something about looking through school photos of my friends on a computer.