Of snow-fearing, blueberry-eating, iron-using werewolves

I don’t normally share my dreams on my blog, but this one was particularly entertaining. I hope I do it justice!

In my dream, I lived either near or on a mountain range that felt a bit like the Alps. I say this because of the Matterhorn-like peak and the seemingly Celto-Germanic people. There was snow everywhere, so it was probably winter. (Or not! Does it always snow on the Alps?)

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Brian Jannsen’s stunning shot of the Matterhorn

Switzerland Zermatt Alpine Houses on hill

Our settlement looked something like this Alpine village

Enter werewolves. There was a whole pack of them and they wanted in. But, for some reason, the snow prevented the wolves from entering the mountain-village. They were afraid of it like it was silver.

Now, it wasn’t clear whether I was with the wolves or the townsfolk–I could’ve been both, like a liminal figure–but, I was there at the border when the wolves pointed out to the humans that they were building something to penetrate the village. They pointed to the Iron Mountain and how its peak was untouched by the snow; bald and black amidst a sea of white. It felt as if the mountain iron could melt through the snow or dig the wolves their way in.

Scene shifted to our old house: I was there with the wolves, and we were, well, “making out”. (They were in human form, so it wasn’t exactly furry porn, sorry.) Suddenly, out came the alpha wolf with his secret weapon: magical blueberries. He picked one of us to eat them. It seemed as if the blueberries would make the chosen wolf stronger, so he could make an assault on the village. (I’m sure it wasn’t just to eat the townsfolk. An old feud perhaps?) Anyway, so the alpha fed this special warrior-wolf the magical blueberries. By kissing him. On the mouth. Like the French do. It didn’t take long (thank goodness!) before we all noticed that he was getting stronger. Getting bigger. Getting angrier.

So, as I always do in dreams, I ran away as fast as I could. I managed to run up the mountain-village and cross the snow. My capacity to enter the village and man-cuddle with the wolves, I guess, confirms my hybrid alliances. And that’s when it got really terrifying. The ground shook, and you could hear the howling and growling grow louder each second. The blueberry-eating werewolf became so huge he could walk through the village and cause avalanches.

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Gigantic lycanthrope from Underworld Awakening

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Oh, mine was definitely bigger than a car.

For some reason, he wasn’t looking for the townsfolk this time. He was looking for me and the other wolves. He buried the mountain-village in rock and snow just to chase us out.

We tried to hide in the cities, but he caught up with us. We tried hiding in hospitals and malls and crowded places, but he seemed to be only interested in us. Why he would suddenly want to, I haven’t got a clue.

So, I hid in a hospital where there were plenty of people, but I felt he could still smell me. He could’ve easily torn the walls down, and I knew he would eventually. I ran and hid as deep into the hospital as I could. He was getting close to finding me when my dream ended.

Yes, I have these often, and the weird part is that I can’t say I hate having them.

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They say one should constantly remind oneself of what one wants

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So, here I go:

One day in the near future, I’m going to see Riverdance live.

I’m going to visit Ireland and maybe have a house there.

I’m going to walk under an oak tree. I may even climb it.

I’m going to save Irish Gaelic.

I’m going to be really fluent in it.

I’m going to see Heartbeat of Home very, very soon.

I’m going to take up formal Irish dancing —

— and flamenco, too!

I’m going to reunite with my relatives in Lebanon and Argentina.

I’m going to dance dabke with them.

I’m going to step into the house of my great grandfather’s house in Fouara.

I’m going to pick olives and dates and oranges.

I’m going to pray at a cedar tree, beneath the White Mountains.

I’m going to pick cherries in Canada.

I’m going to live there with my family. We’ll have a really nice garden.

I’m going to collect maple sap for maple syrup.

I’m going to pick apples and make apple pie.

I’m going to study Norse religion in Norway —

— or Ancient History at Cambridge.

I’m going to be a badass professor of sociolinguistics or history.

I’m going to speak at least 5 languages.

I’m going to discover something explosive in the field of science.

I’m going to change things for the better wherever I go.

I’m going to make sure boys can freely love other boys and girls can love other girls.

I’m going to meet new interesting people and make friends with them.

I’m going to bake the best goddamn bread in Montréal.

I’m going to take my mother around the world.

I’m going to run my hands through fields of lavender in Provence.

I’m going to honour the memories of my ancestors wherever I go.

I’m going to visit Vigan with my grandmother, then take her to a trip to South Korea.

I’m going to be an amazing bodhrán player, fiddler, or tin whistler —

— or all of them.

I’m going to meet my idols, shake their hands (or hug them), and have a nice conversation with them.

I’m going to visit a really cool theme park with my brother and cousins.

I’m going to build a really nice backyard for my cat and dog.

I’m going to make my grandmothers become great grandmothers to three wonderful, beautiful kids.

I’m going to love them with all my heart and do what’s best for them.

I’m going to consider their thoughts whenever I decide on anything.

I’m going to step foot in Knossos.

I’m going to swim in the Aegean with my friends.

I’m going to leave coins or sweets for Hermês wherever I go.

I’m going to see Udaipur with my adopted sister. We’re going to do puja everyday.

I’m going to tie myself to really awesome people who will love me for all that I am.

I’m going to see the world with my bestest bro-friend.

I’m going to help my other friends get to where they want to go.

I’m going to have enough —

— or more.

I’m going to be really happy with what I’ve done so far.

I’m going to see most of these accomplished before I turn 40, and then I can add more.

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[Images from somewhere in Tumblr-land I no longer remember.]