Before I say anything I should warn people this is a dream, I don't think it's real -but wouldn't it be fun if it was? And possibly, I've been reading too much Kelley Armstrong. (If you don't know who she is, check out her page on amazon.......)
Anyway, Al and I were away for a romantic weekend in the mountains (where everyone appeared to be American just for kicks, and the mountain folk were pretty much every cliche of isolated communities my brain could think of!) We were in this extremely fancy posh, luxurious hotel/apartment.Now in this dream, Al was the big bahooma of werewolves and this was a bit of an escape for us both. I won't bore ye with the details of the night before, but the morning we woke up and went out into the kitchen to make breakfast only to find Al's arch-rival and his family out there just finishing up. The wife was a bitch (in both senses of the word) and was making digs about her family and position etc etc all while we were in there. Then they all myseteriously left the room and we were left alone.
Turns out there was this plan to discredit Al as the big bahooma using me, so he was trying to send me out the window of our room, but the opposing side have planted a huge pile of manure there. I therefore dressed up to the nines and walked out of the room, only to find a whole pile of what could only be described as 'young bloods'. Al had a quick whisper for me to the effect of some of them being ours and some being theirs before he left me. In the spirit of irritating the crap out of them all for ruining my weekend, I took them shopping. For the entire day. I was able to figure out who were mine and who weren't and guess who got stuck carrying my shopping? (Yes in the dream apparently we'd won the lotto or something - which was less believeable than the werewolf angle!!) I kept on meeting the Bitch throughout the day and she kept on making snide comments about Al and how he was so sleepy, so after a few hours I headed back to the hotel, only to find the entire nation of werewolves there.......they tried to shunt me into a side room, but my boys basically bullied my way into the main hearing, where it turned out I was on trial for 'un-wereworl-like' behaviour.....
I agreed to the charges, since I'm not a werewolf, I see no reason to live like one - one other person in my bed is quite enough thank you. The sentence was a fight with one of the young bloods on their side - a fight I would lose cos of the whole me not being a werewolf thing. So I stood in the centre of the room, let him nip me enough to draw blood and screamed for Al - who then came charging through the door in full werewolf form and beat the crap out of the young lad. Pure shock all round as apparently he had been drugged so he shouldn't have been able to do that, but power of true love and all the rest of that mushy stuff. So cue me being carried out in his arms and back to our apartment where i got to model all my new clothes for him :)
Like I said - weird dream - and I've missed out a lot of the nuances in the telling -like me extending invitations to those on the other side to join ours, trying to mend the rift....but the other side were so confident they'd manage to kill me thereby rendering Al incompetent for long enough to take over none of it worked. Also a few conversations between the Bitch and I that showed how I was way happier than she was.......
It was fun though :) I might even make a story out of it :)
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