When I was sixteen I had a very scary dream about a werewolf hunting me:
I can remember that I was standing in front of our appartment door, my mother standing beside me and I was watching inside the appartment that was completely dark except of the light coming from the floor. I saw this very very huge thing lurking in the shadows at the end of the main floor. After a little second I realized that this thing was a huge black-furred werewolf with emerald-green eyes and claws and teeth as long as my fingers! I saw how the werewolf prepared his muscles to jump at me ...
... but then I woke up. This dream haunted me for several days and I was really afraid to go to bed during this time. After four sleepless days I decided to find a book about dreaminterpreting, but couldn't find one in our library. Then I tried to find a book about werewolves in general, but couldn't find one either.
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Then I found the book Moondance by S.P Somtow. It's about werewolves and it is the best horrorbook I've ever read since. It describes the deepest shadows of human nature and paradoxically it helped me to deal with this werewolf-nightmare, cause the dream moved on while I was reading this book ...
... The werewolf jumped at me, I pushed my mother to the side. (Scene-change) I see how the werewolf crushes through our maindoor and run away, the werewolf always right at my ankles ...
... after another row of several days I decided not to run away any longer. I stopped, turned around and looked directly into the eyes of this werewolf. He growled at me and first I was sacred to my bones, but then I realized that this huge mighty creature was afraid of ME(!) cause his ears were in the 'fear-position' and his whole bodylanguage showed this fear as well. I said to him "I don't run away from you. Here I am!" The werewolf stopped growling, hesitated a half second and left! He just left me alone! My only thought was: Hey! You can't hunt me for this long time and then left without any explanation!
Later I realized that the werewolf tried to tell me that I was 'over-civillized' and thus denying my instincts. The werewolf - as a symbol of my instincts - didn't want me to forget him.