1/4 Werewolf

Marcie’s Dream Journal “Hello. My name is Marcella. I’m 17 years old and a senior in high school. I live in a small town, off of the Red River. My mother, brother and I moved here at the beginning of the summer, and ever since I’ve had these nightmares. I read online that it's good to keep a record of your dreams so I’m starting this blog. I know most people just keep a dream journal; however, I also read that if something is bothering you, it's best to let it out and not hold it in. Hence, my public posting.

This summer, my dreams have just been minor nightmares, but last night, it got more specific. Usually, all I see is myself as a wolf. My wolf is an auburn/ash color, almost exactly like my hair color. My past dreams were of my wolf persona running through the woods around my house. Mostly doing things a normal wolf would do: catch prey, drink water from the river, hunt more, look for shelter, and stay away from other predators. Last night, though, I dreamt of another wolf that wasn’t me. My wolf-self was running through the woods with another wolf. This other wolf was a chocolate brown color and roughly twice my size. If I had to guess, I would assume it's a male. I woke up when I made eye contact with it. It had the most beautiful blue eyes, with a hint of green, almost like the color of the river. I wish I knew what all of this meant. What weirdo dreams about being a wolf? And who dreams about being with another wolf? It's all just so strange. I’m going to have to stop reading before bed.”

I hit “post” on my laptop. I had never blogged before, so I hope that my post was good. I also hope that this will help subdue the nightmares. Not getting any rest is tiresome. I laugh at my own thought.

Marcie I put my laptop to sleep and start to get ready for school. Today is my first day of senior year. Yesterday, I picked out some skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a purple plaid shirt to wear on my first day. Purple always makes my green eyes pop so maybe it will help me attract someone. Yeah right, I laugh. I get dressed and go on with my morning routine. I brush my hair and my teeth, put on deodorant, add some winged eyeliner, and put on shoes. I go to grab my school supplies and backpack when I realize that something is missing. I totally forgot my sketchbook. I glance around my room. It's not here. My inner voice says, “You probably left it in the clubhouse yesterday”. Crap. Guess I need to head out early and go get that. I finish packing my backpack and head out. My mother is already awake. I see her sitting, drinking coffee, watching the morning news. “I gotta go get my sketchbook from the treehouse. I’m heading out early. See you later, Mom,” I say to her as I rush for the door. She grumbled something in response, but I was already out the door.

Woah. It's cold out this morning. I pull the sleeves of my overshirt down. My inner voice says, “At least it's not a long walk to the bus. Pity you had to forget your dumb sketchbook.” Yeah. Crap happens. I swiftly make my way to the clubhouse. I run up the stairs and look around. There it is. I grab my sketchbook and head back out. I stop halfway down when I notice him. The chocolate wolf from my dream. It's here. In the woods. Staring at me. I see it sniff the air and then look at me. Holy crap. I run back up inside the treehouse and attempt to hide. Wolves can’t climb trees, right? I feel my body start to heat up. What do I do?