Me and my best imaginary sleepover friends were outside in the middle of the night for no reason. The moon was full and blue, and also at zenith. I was floating in the Ohio River. The river was unusually calm and it was eerily calm everywhere around me. Mother Nature is busy making it spring, and I asked her a question, and she says it's the Paschal full moon, and she must have all the trees at this latitude with their leaves by Easter which is just a week away. It is March 31st apparently. A blue moon. So that is why the Moon is tinted blue. Gargamel, another one of my sleepover friends, is right behind me. He said in a muffled voice "Patrick, shouldn't you be, uh, wolfed out by now, into a werewolf?" I find that weird, but also funny, but just before I can get a laugh out, the transformation comes in. I can feel it running through my blood- Skin and Bones stretching, fur erupting out of my skin. I fall into the 20 ft deep Waters of the Ohio River, half man, half wolf. I try to ask Gargamel for help, but my voice is much more muffled than his was. I tried to fight The urges. " not the werewolf, not the werewolf, I am not a wolf." But it's too late, I see my best imaginary sleepover friends, plus some random strangers on Brunot Island, along with in the north side of Pittsburgh, and when I see those people in the sleepover people, I see prey. I wake up and it was just a dream. Thank God it was a dream, and I look out my window to see a waning crescent moon. Yes, thankfully it's not a full moon, not for a couple of weeks and a couple of days. Gargamel was right beside me at the time.
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