DailyNightmare
“Even those who are pure of heart, and say their prayers at night,
can become a wolf, when the wolfsbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.”
As a public service announcement to all readers who are werewolves, shape-shifters or otherwise lycanthropic, this is what wolfsbane looks like. It comes into full bloom this time of year, right around the time when animosity against the lycan community tends to be highest.
Be aware.
(Male, 40’s) Last night I dreamed that my wife and I were flying our own spacecraft and since we were in the right part of the galaxy we stopped in at a space station to visit an old friend. The friend seemed both glad to see us and quite worried. It seems that we had visited just hours before their moon came out of hiding from behind some planet. My wife didn’t get what the problem was but it was immediately clear to me. Everyone aboard the space station were werewolves and if we were still aboard when they changed, we’d be torn apart. There was some reason why we couldn’t just get in our spacecraft and fly away so our friend agreed to hide us in the attic of his living quarters. For some reason, we had to remove our clothing so the smell wouldn’t give us away or something. So my wife and I were sealed up in this narrow, triangular space, wearing only our underwear. And for some reason, my wife thinks this whole thing is hilarious so she is laughing uncontrollably which means that it’s really only a matter of time until the werewolf-spacemen find us and tear us to shreds.
Weird, eh?