Dream of the night of the 3rd of October 2009

A woman, saffron red hair, was the partner of a man with a violent temper.

When his temper flares,
his skin tears open
his teeth grow longer
and his eyes turn red

He was a werewolf.
A werewolf waiting
to growl
to bleed
and be bled.

I was present, but fearful. So when he asked for it, I did not give him my real name.'Melissa', I said. He didn't believe me.

Sensing this, I ran outside and clung to the underside of a stairway, upside down like a bat.

'Ohhh..., you scared Rani away.' The woman moaned.

For I had seen the hatchlings of his fury, and for me that was enough. He tore her head off and her neck open. Red gaping hole. Red gaping wound, which she denied. Saffron lady clung to him just as fear clung onto me.

The last dredges of the dream saw me flying laboriously towards the blue sky.

Of what use is the bluest of skies when a werewolf waits to tear at you from underneath?