Was in my home town of Geneva. And I was a twenty something girl with purple hair. And I was bit by a werewolf. I was saved from becoming a werewolf by an old gentleman who gave me a human heart. But wanted me to join his pack as a werewolf anyway (but wanted it to be my choice). He had a group of about four or five twenty something boys (with anime hair and shirtless, I kid you not) that were all werewolves as well, and my persona in the dream had a crush on one of them.
Right before I woke up I thought, “wow, I always wondered why people like werewolf smut. Now I get it.”
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my brain is broken.
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If only we had a picture of those shirtless werewolf boys…rar?
Lol. I would sketch, but am terrible at sketching.
OMG, that is the best! We writers have messed-up dreams.
That dream should be a movie.
Or a book that eventually becomes a movie….