Uuug, I just had a really scary dream-
I was in Canada, at my place with a group of people I knew from school- all my age. We were standing on a balcony and I was pointing out things and they were responding badly (“shut up already, we can look at these things ourselves!”)- Which was surprising, because they were new to the place and I wasn’t. We were also at a place i 'recognized' but wasn’t at our place Then some weird dude with white skin, a back jacket, some pants, and black hair came by with flowers. And i don't mean he was holding them- they were sort of part of him, almost like pigment. Then the scene jumped to me leading him to a library (don't ask me why) where he would stay, because he was slightly mentally deficient and also a very odd person. There i would go and visit him every day- but he had to be there because his girlfriend, who looked the same as he did only longer hair and was female, would freak out if he wasn't. so one day he wanders to the back of the library, a total of about 10 feet away from where he was before. his girlfriend comes at the wrong time, starts freaking out, and then runs into the back of the library and is extremely overjoyed to find him there. Then it was one f those horrible movies where they can't actually show anything- there were two big floating flower-heads in a gray swirly place and then teeny flower-heads started appearing. bleh. but then the scene jumped to me leading a swarm of little children with no upper torso's but flowers in their place towards the library, through my high school, which was where i encountered two punching people. they punched almost al the 'kids' to bits but then i suggested they use their punching skills to punch the rest of them to the library, which they liked, and the kids arrived at the library. then the scene shifted and this is where i really started getting scared. i was some sort of woman who was supposed to be really smart, courageous, etc. I must have been some sort of civilian, and also a computer whiz- I remember I was around thirty in the dream. I also didn’t look like me. i was protecting the flower-people from some weird people- probably some sort of odd genetic experiment is my guess. now the library was back out in the street (aka- not In my high school). there was a password and a code required to see the flower-people and i usually typed it in on one of a couple computers, but these two people were lounging in a couch where they could easily see what i was doing- which was odd. the two people looked up as went in, but both looked down. Somehow, i knew they were both evil- and I seemed to recognize them very slightly. The “leader’ of the two looked very smug. so i went to a computer that wasn't in their view and typed in the password and some other commands really quickly, then wiped the computer clean of all memory of it. I heard them whispering, and it made me slightly suspicious. i glanced back as i walked out and saw one of them grinning at me in a most unpleasant and definitely evil way. i walked out the door faster and across the street to the library, where i stopped in the main entrance. there was a faint white line on the carpet, which looked like it had been drawn in chalk. one of the employees stopped and saw me looking at the line, and said "oh, it's just where I’m supposed to say something'. i looked at the line which got definitely thicker and more pronounced in the direction of the flower people's place. The employee looked at it and blushed, and then i turned around and ran out the door and across the street- i knew something horrible was going to happen, that the people In the couch were connected, that my work I had worked on so long was In danger and that something bigger was going on and it was not good. i burst into the other building (which nobody except the people o the couch noticed) and then grabbed the throat of the one who had been grinning- he was grinning wider now, and the expression didn’t stop- at me. i was half crouching, and then he said something like- “I don't know, it's a bit (some word) to accuse me of using a (some word) computer virus to control people”- it was clear he'd been doing something evil to my work- and that he knew I couldn’t do anything without real evidence. i sank back on my heels, dismayed, because I knew something was going on and couldn’t do anything. then stood up, turned around and went outside. i felt his gaze burning into my back with his smug look. i felt like something really big was going on and i had no idea what it was. i walked outside, fighting the urge to do something uncharacteristically different. (Somehow, this was related to what the guy had said.) (i also don't know what i was trying to do). I walked over to my car, got inside, and shut the door. After a moment, the windows of the car started shutting and a panel came over the dashboard- the doors also started closing. I noticed the car wasn't working properly, felt a sudden flash of fear related to the 'virus', and then the car seemed almost to be responding to what I didn't want- i always drove with the windows open and the dashboard revealed (with doors closed, and unless it was raining, etc) and it just seemed to me like everything was going wrong- and this was almost like a way to get rid of a liability. i dove for the car door and slowly wiggled my way out, looked around and noticed my area was somewhat deserted- then i realized my car was almost trying to run me down- it started forward and then turned, grazing a store window, then went in an almost complete circle, then, just as i thought i could run off and get someone to fix the car, it changed course sort of for me- i jumped out of the way and it went in a larger circle and then went straight for the only lighted doorway- a mechanics shop. at this point i started screaming my head off, saying (warning, I’ve censored this but I’m telling a true account. bad words follow. also i happened to be panicking.) "What in Hell? My [spoiler]F***ing [/spoiler]car is crazy! LOOK OUT!! H MY GOD< GET OUT OF THE CAR’S WAY IT’LL [spoiler]F***ING [/spoiler]KILL YOU! IT’S[spoiler] F***IGN[/spoiler] DERANGED!" Don’t ask me why- but i was panicking, running towards a shop full of the only people who could help my which my deranged car was trying to destroy- mechanics. i could hear screaming in the shop as i spirited towards it. the car was weaving frantically, trying to run down people. I ran in, saw it immediately change course and head for me- i then jumped up and scrambled up a pile of milk crates, hanging onto a padded beam. the car then ran straight out the window, stopped in the street and burst into flame. i just realized, that it seemed like sir smug dude in the couch must have been planning this. then (warning gruesomeness follows) a government agent popped up amid the screaming (there were now screaming people outside. don't ask me how.) and said reassuringly, "now, this can be explained by" and then stopped, as a mechanic had just (here is where it's all ewwy) blown off his head with an ak-47 he just happened to have- revealing a disgusting snake-thing in his neck. Then i spent about five minutes dream-time staring at it and clinging to said pile of mild crates, while I realized that whoever the guy in the couch must have been- whatever it was doing, It involved controlling machines b one thing and humans y another, then heard and loud banging which woke me up and happens to be construction people working on my house.
I hate, just HATE dreams like this where it's almost a warning. *shakes fist at sky*
Uhh....Ok...Now, my issue with werewolves started when I was REALLY young. It was one of those bad dreams that actually HURT. My mind made it real and so I felt pain. Being ripped to shreds isn't my kind of dream. It lasted for a long while, but I overcame it in an interesting way. 
)! I slightly screamed then covered my mouth. I doubt my mom would be an less happy to see this and she have a bad heart. Then I heard her call out at me and ran to my door. My door was locked and she was demainding me to open it. I just told her that I had a nightmare and that I am not dressed. In real life, mom wasn't going to have that and still demand for me to open the door but in my dream she was ok with that and went back to her room. So I stood there, a werewolf not even knowing what to do. I didn't know how to shift back. Heck, I don't even recall even being bitten! It was morning so it wasn't like, "Oh, let me see what this body can do!" and leave out the window. I'm traped. So, I decided to leave the house for a while. I opened the door and tried to sneak out when I met my sister on the steps. She opened her mouth to scream, and I woke up from my alarm clock. Weird dream. 
Uhhhh....ok.
....I was waiting to do that.
<-- Don't Do Crack (character from South Park)