A few years ago, I had another transformatory dream of a sort. At the beginning of the dream, I woke up in the back of a truck with a cage welded over the bed. I was locked in the cage. I was wearing black military -style pants and boots. I had no shirt, and I noticed that my midsection was even hairier than usual...I was covered in tawny fur. I looked in the back window of the truck and saw my face...it was as if my features were crossed with that of a lion or some other big cat. I was being taken to a base of some kind. I didn't know what was going on, only that I didn't like it. I pried the bars of the cage apart a bit, and crashed my fist through the back window and proceeded to choke the driver, sinking my claws into his neck. He stopped the truck, and I forced my way out of the cage. I saw two figures running towards me. They were wearing camoflage pants and combat boots, but were shirtless like myself. They were covered in sleek black fur, and had the heads of large Dobermans, snapping and slavering as they ran towards me. At first, I was pretty scared, but then I realized- they're dogs, and I'm a lion. Screw these guys! I stood my ground and literally tore into them. Flesh , bone, and blood were like paper to my claws and fangs, and the dogmen were reduced to a bloody, howling mess in short order. I looked about to see what my next move was, but I woke up...I guess the adrenaline gets the best of me , because I almost always wake up at times like these in my dreams.
I think any sort of dream analysis would not be flattering for me, but hey, this is what my head plays for me in my sleep.
Poetry from Yours Truly
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