Xzengrim
08-30-2003, 02:01 AM
I dreamed that I was walking along a beach that I used to frequent, in the luminous moments just after the sun has slipped below the horizon. I had been staying at a friend's house... and for some reason I had had to borrow a batch of his clothes (something, you can guess what it is if you know where this is going, had happened to my own wardrobe...).
But the point is, suddenly I remembered that I could shift. I fell to my knees and, as usual, set to shifting into a wolf. I didn't rush it this time, I just waited for it to come. I remember watching my forearms and hands turn to paws, and feeling my face stretch out into a muzzle.
I got up and started running. I was running on all fours, not on the road anymore, but in the sand on the beach. I ran and I ran. When I got to the edge of the beach, I stood up, and saw that the borrowed clothes were covered with sand and salt, from being dragged along the ground. "Hmmm," says I, "these are dirty. It wont be nice to bring them back all dirty." They were also ripped and stretched out, but I didn't think of that. What I did think of was that the water could clean them. So I marched my wolfy ass into the sea, with the clothes on, and rolled around in the waves for awhile. I wandered back onto the beach and looked at them again. They were worse than before, and now all wet. "Hmmm..." says Your Humble Narrator, the small, lupine gears in his pink little canid brain grinding away... "Wait! Why am I wearing clothes?"
I stripped them off, and by then I couldn't remember what had been troubling me. So I must have solved the problem! Hooray!
Wolves are smart.
But the point is, suddenly I remembered that I could shift. I fell to my knees and, as usual, set to shifting into a wolf. I didn't rush it this time, I just waited for it to come. I remember watching my forearms and hands turn to paws, and feeling my face stretch out into a muzzle.
I got up and started running. I was running on all fours, not on the road anymore, but in the sand on the beach. I ran and I ran. When I got to the edge of the beach, I stood up, and saw that the borrowed clothes were covered with sand and salt, from being dragged along the ground. "Hmmm," says I, "these are dirty. It wont be nice to bring them back all dirty." They were also ripped and stretched out, but I didn't think of that. What I did think of was that the water could clean them. So I marched my wolfy ass into the sea, with the clothes on, and rolled around in the waves for awhile. I wandered back onto the beach and looked at them again. They were worse than before, and now all wet. "Hmmm..." says Your Humble Narrator, the small, lupine gears in his pink little canid brain grinding away... "Wait! Why am I wearing clothes?"
I stripped them off, and by then I couldn't remember what had been troubling me. So I must have solved the problem! Hooray!
Wolves are smart.