When I was very young, I had a Peter and the Wolf audio cassette tape. At some point I had heard what was supposedly a Russian version of the story where Peter was killed by the wolf when the village didn't believe the wolf had shown. So the next time I listened to the tape, I just freaked. I remember running through the house shouting for my mom.
Some time after that, I began to have night terrors. I was being terrorized by a tall, white wolf. Standing on all fours, it would be able to look directly into my current eyes at 6'2". It's eyes glowed red and it drooled with a voracious hunger as it spoke guttural but eloquent English.
In one dream, I would be sitting on the floor with my back against the bed in the spare bedroom - playing with legos. My brother and I wouldn't have to put them away as often when we played with them there instead of the family room. I would look up and to the left. The wolf would be standing in the hallway with its forward form well into the bedroom, looking down at my face. It would tell me that he just killed my brother. Then I would look past him. He would turn his head slightly to look over his shoulder and sneer - waiting for the right moment to tell me "Don't bother yelling for your parents. They are already dead." Splashes of blood were along the master bedroom door. Then he would lunge at me.
In the other dream, my brother and I would be playing in the family room. My mom and dad were in their chairs watching tv. I would look up an see my dog through the sliding glass door to the backyard. I'd say dad, "you forget to let Sparky back in". My brother would get up to open the door to let him back in. But then my dad would say, "What are you talking about? He's right here." I'd look down to see Sparky sleeping a few feet away. Then I'd look up and Sparky would be walking through the newly open door. My eyes would light up with horror and the entering dog would morph into the wolf. I'd through up my arms to block but then Sparky would jump in the way, dying instantly. The wolf would get to me anyway.
Though the dreams would not happen every night, they would return for months; maybe even years.
Eventually, the dreams ceased sometime before high school.
[INTERLUDE... it takes me WAY to long to write stuff when I am watching anime]
Some time after that, I began to have night terrors. I was being terrorized by a tall, white wolf. Standing on all fours, it would be able to look directly into my current eyes at 6'2". It's eyes glowed red and it drooled with a voracious hunger as it spoke guttural but eloquent English.
In one dream, I would be sitting on the floor with my back against the bed in the spare bedroom - playing with legos. My brother and I wouldn't have to put them away as often when we played with them there instead of the family room. I would look up and to the left. The wolf would be standing in the hallway with its forward form well into the bedroom, looking down at my face. It would tell me that he just killed my brother. Then I would look past him. He would turn his head slightly to look over his shoulder and sneer - waiting for the right moment to tell me "Don't bother yelling for your parents. They are already dead." Splashes of blood were along the master bedroom door. Then he would lunge at me.
In the other dream, my brother and I would be playing in the family room. My mom and dad were in their chairs watching tv. I would look up an see my dog through the sliding glass door to the backyard. I'd say dad, "you forget to let Sparky back in". My brother would get up to open the door to let him back in. But then my dad would say, "What are you talking about? He's right here." I'd look down to see Sparky sleeping a few feet away. Then I'd look up and Sparky would be walking through the newly open door. My eyes would light up with horror and the entering dog would morph into the wolf. I'd through up my arms to block but then Sparky would jump in the way, dying instantly. The wolf would get to me anyway.
Though the dreams would not happen every night, they would return for months; maybe even years.
Eventually, the dreams ceased sometime before high school.
[INTERLUDE... it takes me WAY to long to write stuff when I am watching anime]