Morning of October 30, 1987. Friday.
This was a longer, but somewhat convoluted dream that only seemed to have a clearer focus at the ending. The title is based on having been a fan of (original series) Marvel's "Werewolf by Night" comic book.
I have had similar dreams to this where I am able to focus on my hands and grow claws and feel very vivid sensations of their emergence from my fingers - even though my dream itself is not fully lucid or perhaps parenthetically lucid since I know things are "different" yet I do not fully associate the state with being in a dream. Sometimes this has been panther-related, but in this case, werewolf-related. The panther-related dreams seem to have a more serious atmosphere. My dream was probably insignificant in most ways, but colored my mood in a very lighthearted and positive way, emotionally. I believe my name as a werewolf is "Sawtooth". My becoming a werewolf is fully determined by my own desire to and not a result of full-moon influence at all (recurring). I am also aware of wolf canines growing but this is not uncomfortable, though I do clearly feel changes and pressure in that sense.
The ending of my dream provides a strong state of happiness, interestingly enough. I have become half-wolf, half-man, but am still running upright like a human, to the southwest. It is about ten o'clock in the morning. Not that far away, to the south, my target is a very dense (fictional) forest - the trees seemingly only a few feet apart at least on the perimeter - that would be located about two blocks south of sister Marilyn's house. I am almost blissful about living in the deep dark forest. Even though it is late morning prior to twelve, with no full moon anywhere - and in fact the sun is shining, I hear the howls of fellow werewolves from within the woods (there seems like twenty or so, but I never see another werewolf in my dream) and I feel a strange kinship, even though the overall dream at this point is quite silly. There is a very cheerful, positive feeling, although I feel as if I will somehow completely "lose" myself upon entering the forest (not in a negative sense), which is to be my home from then on - with a growing sense of freedom. However, I awake before reaching the edge of the forest, the edge running east and west and almost perfectly straight across.
The likely influence was "I Was a Middle Aged Werewolf" (even though I was fairly young at the time), a "Highway to Heaven" episode, where the angel played by Michael Landon (who was born on Halloween in 1936) was also in "I Was a Teenage Werewolf" from 1957. Angels and werewolves, probably why there was a sense of hilarity in the "background" (subtle dream layer).
