Nice thead. 
I've only had two dreams (that I can remember) that I was noticeably anything other than human. I was a vampire in a dream a few months ago, which was only kinda cool, because there wasn't really any transformation happening.
Last night though, coincidentally, I had my first werewolf dream ever, which was tight as all hell.
I'd highlight, if I had time, but I don't, so I'll just post the whole thing for anyone who cares enough to read it. 
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05/01/2006
"The Pack"
Ok, I can’t exactly remember how the plot to this got started, but it had something to do with Todd, Joe, and myself and we were searching for some kind of treasure or mythical artifact or something. I can’t remember exactly what it was, but it was hidden somewhere up in the mountains. The thing about this little quest was that we knew the areas were being guarded by werewolves, and that the treasure we were looking for was actually hidden inside the skull of one of these things, but that wasn’t too bad, because I’d realized, through conversation, I think, that we were werewolves also.
We pulled up to a narrow passageway in the snow-covered mountains. We were in Todd’s Jeep, but I think it was a different color. We got out and began walking slowly through this area that was nothing but high stone walls and snow all around, and was leading into the mouth of a cave. It daytime out, and the sky was a bleak and realistic grey.
At first, we’d been moving cautiously, not knowing exactly how many of these werewolves were out here, but we knew we only needed to kill a certain one of these things to get what it was we needed, so we planned on making this an in and out operation.
As we were going in, the three of us saw something stirring in the cave. It only flashed by for a second, but we could tell that whatever animal was moving around in an off-section of the little cave was alone. Seeing the possibility for a 1-1 fight, Todd says something very Vegeta-esque like “This shouldn’t take long,” and suddenly starts running forward in the snow, throwing off his jacket as he sprints toward the cave and the large shadow within. He disappeared among the shadows and we couldn’t see him transform but, from the sounds of the two monsters fighting in the cave, it appeared he had, seconds before engaging. Joe and I waited outside for a moment, listening to them go at it, and keeping our eyes on our surroundings because we knew the sounds of struggle would bring more.
A few moments later, all had gone silent. Todd comes striding back out of the cave proudly, back in his human form, and wearing the tatters of what was left of a shirt and pants (as far as can remember. The detail on what he was wearing was sketchy.) The thing was, he came out empty-handed.
When Joe asked where the (whatever it was) was, Todd said something about “not doing all of the dirty work on this little trip.” I remember arguing with him about that because the whole point of trying to do this as quickly as possible was to get out before reinforcements came, and now, one of us was going to have to take the time to go back in. I don’t remember much of the argument, but I think we cut it short and decided to all go back in and get it, because we were there before I knew it.
In the cave, Todd was still refusing to get the (whatever it was) and was standing with his arms crossed. Joe, looking at the werewolf corpse didn’t exactly jump at the chance, either. Finally I’m like “Fuck..I’ll do it..” I remember hesitating a little bit, because I had to stick my arm up inside this werewolf’s gaping mouth and pull something down from out of its skull. I just stared at the thing, not wanting to put my arm up between those jaws, and Todd said something sarcastically about us “having to hurry up,” mocking me for arguing about hurrying before taking my time with this part. Sooner or later, I got up the nerve and just shoved my arm up into the huge mouth of this thing and pulled out something, (I still don’t know what the hell it was we went up there for), and we started running back toward the Jeep.
As we were running back, the inevitable happened. Just as we saw the Jeep in view, streams of these beasts came sprinting out of caves in the high mountain walls of the V shaped canyon we were parked in. There was no way we were going to make it to the Jeep in time, and we knew it. Their four legs were bringing them directly down the walls towards us faster than our two legs were letting us run toward them and the car.
I drew back my shoulders and threw my coat in the snow. Leaning forward, I could feel myself transform, my muscles and bones expanding and popping into their new shapes, mind racing as if I’d just shot up pure adrenaline. I’ll never forget the feeling of running on all fours, paralleled by Todd and Joe, who had also transformed, directly toward the horde of other werewolves that were matching speed, in our direction.
Our groups clashed in the middle and what followed was a massive battle between our side, outnumbered, and theirs; bones cracking, blood and gore spraying along the jagged walls of the mountain’s face, being slammed up against the Jeep so hard that it cracked the windshield and metal frame; just an all out war with the ferocity of a pack of rabid….well….werewolves. (felt very Underworld 2-ish)
I don’t remember whether we actually won, or if we just managed to transform again and escape when there was a break in the action, (which could be considered winning, given the circumstances ) but, before I knew it, we were back in the Jeep and leaving the mountains, covered in blood from head to toe. As we were driving back, I remember that one of my teeth were loose. I worked it out of my mouth and threw it out the passenger window. Then I noticed another was loose, and I did the same thing. Then another, and another. Though my mouth was already bloody from mauling our opponents, it was starting to gush with my own blood as my teeth were falling out by the dozen. (I never had the common “my teeth are falling out” dream before now, that I can remember. It figures it takes such a wild situation for me to experience one of the most universal archetypal dream scenarios. Lol.)
Later, (all my teeth had come back in but I’m still pretty sure it was the same dream) We were in some high-rise hotel suite at night. We were throwing a party that, I think, was to celebrate the victory (and money ) we’d made off of whatever the hell it was that we brought down out of the mountains. There was a hell of a lot of people there, good music, low lighting and everything. I can’t remember too much of the detail from then on, but the dream pretty much ended on a hazy, but much appreciated, party atmosphere.
Good stuff. [/quote]
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Definitely wouldn't mind doing the werewolf thing while lucid.
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