Dream last night:

I was in sort of a warehouse with a lot of people. One end of the warehouse opened out, kinda like a huge storefront window, into a swamp. An eerie, creepy, halloweenlike swamp. A three-foot high pool of swamp, held in by a cement ledge, came into the warehouse, extending about five feet from the window-opening. Across the window opening was a thick, many-layered veil of spider webs, crawling with leggy green spiders of all sizes, I mean, it was a colony of spiders. But they weren't in the warehouse at all, they just had built their homes across that opening, as though replacing the window. I was walking past looking at them, enthralled. I'm kind of afraid of spiders; not phobic, bu I prefer not to cohabit with them. But as I walked past, I was just staring at them, cautious and interested at the same time. As I was almost past the window, a slight fear came upon me that one of them might jump out at me. I started to hurry past, but then I looked back. (I am a short-haired blonde named Jen.)

A werewolf had washed up through the webs, half in the pool and half in the swamp. He was unconscious, and in wolf form, wearing a brown long-sleeve button-down over a bright yellow shirt with a black wolf head graphic in the center. He was kinda floating on his back, maybe he'd been hit. I went over and sorta prodded him towards the pool edge so I could get a better look at him. Yup, definitely a werewolf, and slowly coming out of unconsciousness. I touched him gingerly again, not sure what to do--should I help him, should I call for help/protection? There were a lot of people walking around, most not noticing him there. It occurred to me that simply being near a werewolf in wolf form could be dangerous... I decided to let him wake up on his own. I walked away.

My consciousness shifted to another woman nearby. (Now I am a short-haired brunette.) I watched myself walk away. Saw the wolf. Brief curiosity, then a strong sense of fear. He's waking, I ought to kill him before he can wake up. Scenes flashed through my head--how do you kill a werewolf? Wooden stake? No, that's for vampires. Silver bullet! I don't have that. What do I do?!

I went over and prodded him lightly, much the same as Jen did. (Now I'm watching the scene 3rd person.) Suddenly he wakes up grabs my arm, dragging me toward him as he stands. The eyes of the wolf on his shirt are red. He holds my wrist with one hand and claws me with the other. He bites my shoulder, and roaring, looks out at everybody before he runs back through the webs and into the swamp.

I am shocked, not crying, not feeling any pain. (Still 3rd person viewpoint.) Holding my shoulder, I look to a 28-ish man who is some sort of leader. He stands to the side of the pool; he saw the whole thing, everybody saw it. (I have always wanted him, he has always been with Jen.) I utter some sort of cry for help. He looks at me with a mixture of concern, awkwardness, and fear. "Y... You're a werewolf now," he says. This sinks in. No one knows what to do, they might want to kill me. I am alone and afraid. "Jen touched him too, how do you know she's not a werewolf?!" Looking shaken, he replies, "She touched him, but he bit you. He didn't hurt her because she respected his place." "Oh god. And I... I..." I wanted to kill him, and he knew it. Shit. I got what I deserved.

Feel free to offer your dream interpretations.

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I'm going to start making outrageous requests of my readers. Maybe I'll add a page for them. But here is my first:

Would anyone like to buy me a motorcycle? I have three specific models in mind, they are, in order of preference:

Ooooooh mama. My neighbors probably think I'm looking at porn.

These models cost from $1-7 thousand. Nothing extravagant.

This is what I like in a motorcycle's looks: a cross between American and Japanese styling (hog v. crotch rocket). Some space underneath--not really into that low-to-the-ground cruiser look. A slim profile. A high rear end. Not a lot of bulk up front. I like it when the engine is visible. Gotta be able to ride the freeway (250cc and up, I think). (Haha! sounds like me!)

I was afraid I'd like Harleys. They're so expensive. But naw. I'll probably have to wait till I get a steady job or something like that. Well, if I saved up beautifully with a part-time job, maybe full time over the summer, I could have a motorcycle in the fall. But I'm willing to wait. I have other things to do. And I'm going to want to learn more about them & about maintenance before I get one.

But hey, if you want to get me one, no sweat. I'm here.

5:13 p.m. 2003-12-15�