It was a bit weird trying to explain the contents of my nightmare. I've never told anyone what I dream about.
And for so long I felt that I was dreaming about a mythical creature, something from old folklore, only to realise I was dreaming about the very same thing that I am.
Maybe it was my subconscious' way of telling me what I was when I thought I was a normal person.
But then why am I still having it?
She looked a bit disturbed at the contents of my dream, especially towards the end.
"What a strange dream." She let out a slight chuckle. "Did you watch any movies last night?" She asked me, probably trying to make sense of it.
"Nope, none horror or wolf related that is. It a reoccuring nightmare I've been having since I was a child." I said dismissively.
Her eyebr
